After being in the family for over five years, my mother-in-law shared a gift with me that has become a simple pleasure for me.
Tom's mom suggested we try store-bought applesauce. Poor Baby couldn't tolerate that. The good news was that my sister, Nancy, had an apple tree in her back yard. It typically yielded more fruit than she knew what to do with. Tom's mom to the rescue!
She helped me go from purchasing fruits and veggies for our own baby food processing to apple butter, then canning tomatoes, then any kind of fruit we could get our hands on, to finally jam.
Mom was a wealth of knowledge and generous with resources. When she got the best pamphlets ever on canning from the County Extension Office, she got them for me, too.
Mom let me know when a local store had packages of jar lids and bands for TWELVE CENTS. We traded best value local markets on corn and peaches. She told me exactly what kind of canner to purchase for fruits and tomatoes, and even let me borrow her pressure canner the one time I canned green beans.
We were meant to enjoy our work, and that’s the best thing we can do.
Ecclesiastes 3: 22a CEV
The only canning I've done in years has been jams and jellies. I like to do it at least once each summer with Annalyn. Next year Gracie will probably be old enough.
If you've ever done any "home-made" projects, you know it's typically not about the product. It's about the simple pleasure it gives. It's about the stories the process prompts you to share with those involved. It's a reminder of the love and gifts that have been handed down.
What about you, Dear Reader? Is there a gift or skill someone in your life shared with you? Perhaps just thinking about that simple pleasure is enough to bring a smile to your face. I hope beyond measure, Dear Reader, that you are sandwiched right smack dab in the middle of receiving and giving the simple pleasure of being home-made.