Some, I know, are preparing for the cooler days ahead with canning, pickling, preserving, jamming. As much as I love seeing other people's jars all lined up on shelves, I am just not a canning/jamming/pickling person. Even as I was reading my book last night, I read a passage in which the woman was taking stock of her pantry with a deep satisfaction. "I counted over my hoard like a squirrel reckoning nuts, and felt soothed by our abundance." (Drums of Autumn, Diana Gabaldon) As I read of Claire's rows of potatoes, jars of dried tomatoes and braids of onion and garlic, for a brief moment I felt her satisfaction and thought, "maybe next year." Then I shook my head and realized I really didn't want to preserve food, as much as I appreciate the act itself.
But there is one thing I am doing to prepare for the cold days of autumn and winter. And again, this activity is mentioned in the same book but it is not Claire with whom I share this activity but the brawny Jamie. Apparently, both Jamie and I can knit a mean pair of socks.
|A recently finished pair|
|to be mended|
It may not be nuts but in my own way, I am squirreling away for the winter days to come. (I know I just said the "w" word. My deepest apologies to those I have reminded.)
** A little aside: I have begun listing soaps in my Etsy shop here if you feel so inclined to take a peek. Soaps are being added slowly as I find quiet moments during the day . . . and evening.