Friday, August 30, 2013

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...


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...

Thanks for stopping by,

Friday, August 23, 2013


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.