We spent yesterday at the beach–sun, sand, and surf!
It was glorious.
Today I paid for it.
Not in sunburn or sand in my shorts, but in work. It was time to make our annual vat of summer soup, I was milking for the neighbour this weekend, and I had a weekend of cleaning and animal care to do–all in one day.
While I milked the neighbour’s goats, the rest of the family started picking and chopping vegetables. When I got home with a pot of milk, I made cheese around the vegetable prepping, then I joined in.
As the pot of soup came together, we started calculating how many jars we needed to hold it all. It was several more than we had empty.
So I made apple crisp, freeing up two jars (which still held last year’s apples). I baked that while the first load of jars was in the canner.
I had also planned on baking lunchbox desserts this weekend, so after putting the second load of jars in the canner, I made cookies.
I also took down and folded the laundry (and patched a hole in my daughter’s shirt), and washed a ton of dishes.
While the third load of jars was in the canner, I cleaned the house (mostly), and milked my own goat. Before that batch of jars was finished, it was dinnertime. I sat down for the first time since breakfast.
The final tally for the day was 23 quarts of soup, 6 quarts of vegetable stock, 6 dozen cookies, one beautiful apple crisp, and a batch of chevre (and a clean house and laundry).
Unfortunately, the chicken house hasn’t gotten cleaned yet, nor has the bathroom. I could probably manage them yet today.
Or I could pour myself a glass of wine and worry about them tomorrow…