They will rebuild the ruined cities and live in them. They will plant vineyards and drink their wine; they will make gardens and eat their fruit.
When life hands you blackberries... Make booze. Or at least try. With the puree from last week, Mommy made a couple of pints of blackberry vinegar, but there was still a ton leftover. So we made a batch of mead with blackberry (known as melomel). And a batch of blackberry wine. I didn't have quite… Continue reading Blackberry Mead and Blackberry Wine
Last Tuesday (July 28th) The three older kids were all at VBS, so it was just Daddy and Winnie for a few hours. We picked blackberries. Winnie loves being the only child. She chatters away, all the thoughts that come into her little head. Every other sentence is, "Daddy, I really love you!" She is… Continue reading Blackberries
Which means we will be drowning in blackberries for the next month or so. The first pick is always the best quality. The thornless blackberries in the old orchard are quite large, especially compared to the himalayan blackberries that grow wild, though to my mind the flavor is not quite so fine and they definitely… Continue reading Blackberries are on
Here in the good ol' Pacific Northwest, getting ready for winter is more about getting things ready for rain than it is prepping for snow or ice. This means cleaning out the gutters (before and after the leaves fall). We had gutter guards, but found that we grew too much moss under them and the… Continue reading Winter is Coming
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