Whew -- I think I can sigh relief, now that the peaches are bottled. It's been a large task and this particular year I only had help from one child. I know that I appreciate (and savor) them more because of the effort that went in to bottling them. But, does motherhood sometimes seem like the story of the little red hen? Everyone was anxious to eat the finished bread -- but, not so anxious to help her in the precursary (is that the right word?) steps.
Perhaps that's a mothers lot some days. Thank goodness that sometimes we have other willing hands. They are extremely appreciated! :)
But, here's to peaches and toast in the coming winter months!!!