Phoebe has gotten a pretty bad rap on this blog, but finally, over the routine of daily milking, Ol’Phoebe and I seem to have bonded, and I guess she is actually pretty great.
General disaster tends to ensure when I get on a roll canning. Does anyone else have this problem? No? Just me? Messy kitchen, low blood sugar, and no makeup. It’s all just a part of getting those wonderful canned peaches to enjoy in the middle of a blizzard in February.
On days like today, I quit. I’m done. I’m giving up homesteading. Too many long days. Too many sleepless nights.