What Would Grandma Bertha Say?

Since we began this blog

my sister and I 

refer to each other now

as "Pickles" (that's me)

and "Petunia" (that's her)...

just two very strong constants

in both our lives...

Pickles

and

Petunias

Petunias planted every spring...

Pickles canned every late summer...

 Now that I've canned 300 

quarts of pickles

(all by myself!)

I feel I've earned 

my pet name of "Pickles"

 It's a proud moment...

 

What would Grandma Bertha

have said to me?

 

Something in German I'm sure...

and I would be able to 

hear the pride in her voice.

 and then she and I would sit 

and rest and talk about all that hard work...

OOOFTA!!

Thanks for stopping by,
Lisa

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Lisa...

I refer to her as the pickles of this blog,

is the sister lucky enough to raise a few chickens on her farm.

 (and one very handsome rooster named Sully!)...

I, on the other hand, live in town and only dream

of  chickens and a coop like those you see in magazines.

For now I will be content with sewing chickens on my flour sack towels.

b