My Amish Home | Making hay while the sun shines

My Amish Home | Making hay while the sun shines

"Teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly, in this present world; looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ; eho gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works." Titus 2:12-14

Clouds but no rain. Well, we had enough to wet the walks. But it soon dried. We have a nice breeze. If only it would rain enough to simmer down the smell from the neighbors. If that turkey manure does as much good as it stinks, then the neighbor should have excessive yields.

We got our third cutting of hay in the barn. We are so thankful for that. It was mowed and put up without getting rained on. That is a real blessing.

Neighbor Glen Chupp and his boys take care of it, except unloading and putting it in the barn. Son-in-law Lloyd, Galen, Lynetta and hubby did that this time.

Glen had his boys all helping with the baling; even little Erie was along. I believe he was thoroughly enjoying every minute. One of the boys was on the wagon loading up hay; one was driving the horses, pulling the baler; and the other one was driving the team to take in the loads. And little Erie had his special seat in a safe place. I really wonder if those boys have any idea how privileged they are.

We are thankful Glen takes time to do our little patch. Probably to him it hardly seems worth it. But it supplies us. So far, we haven't had to buy any hay.

This past Sunday was our in-between Sunday, but we still had the opportunity and privilege of going to church.

Husband Erwin's nephew Elva and Rosemary Otto in a neighboring district had church. We went with daughter Rachel and Lloyd Yoder.

Elvas had invited aunts, uncles and cousins for an afternoon of fellowship, popcorn, coffee and/or tea and water. We stayed for that. We sat out in the yard, under the shade trees. It was a very pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

It seems the next couple of weeks, this one included, are canning weeks.

I made tomato soup Tuesday and also some juice. I lost my card with the soup recipe on it. I knew I had it in one of my columns.

I found it in September 2009. Granddaughter Lynetta was 3 years old and going to preschool. And her kitten followed her on the bus.

Oh my! That must have been about the last time a kitten was in the place. Their dogs now barely tolerate a cat. A kitten wouldn't have a chance!

Anyway, I'll probably be making more tomato juice. And since daughter Rachel has an abundance of beets, I want to can some as just plain beets. Granddaughter Sherilyn brought over some cucumbers, so I decided to make icicle pickles. Maybe yet, after I'm done with this epistle.

Next week probably it will be pears, and later on, Baby Gold (cling) peaches. Daughter Jane has four bushels of peaches coming. Maybe I can go help her as school will be in session by then.

I love canning, but I've also got to start cleaning corners. Daughter Lloyd and Rachel will be having church in September, probably Sept. 30. And this time, I really would like to have the storage shed cleaned out.

Our grandchildren are pretty much grown up — or, well, at least too big to do the cutesy-pie stuff, so I guess I have to write about the dogs.

Granddaughter Lynetta has a Golden Doodle. Her name is Colleen. I love her, but she doesn't let me get close. Maybe if I gave her treats ...

She is just a pup, but big, curly haired, huge feet, and a big scaredy cat!

The other evening, sis Barb and Elmer Gingerich and Emily were out here. They brought Paisley, their Teacup Poodle.

Colleen was up here wandering around. Paisley saw her and barked, and Colleen took off around the front of the house, tip-toed (can dogs tip-toe?) over to the corner and peeked around it.

Paisley saw her and jumped and yipped. Colleen tucked in her tail and took off up through the path as if a bear was after her. It was hilarious! Big old baby! She could swallow Paisley whole! Or in two bites, at least.

In closing, humility is the ability to look embarrassed while bragging.

Here is a different recipe for you to try.

GROUND-CHERRY AND PEACH SALSA

Makes about 3 cups.

3/4 cup fresh ground cherries, husked, washed and halved

1 medium peach, diced

1/2 cup canned black beans, rinsed and drained

1 ear of grilled corn, kernels cut from cob*

1 teaspoon jalapeno or other pepper, seeded and minced

1/3 cup red onion, minced

1 tablespoon chopped mint leaves

1 tablespoon chopped cilantro

1 tablespoon red wine vinegar

Salt to taste

Combine all ingredients in a medium bowl and toss well to combine flavors.

Allow to sit at room temperature at least 30 minutes, then season as needed.

Serve immediately at room temperature. Holds well for one to two days in the refrigerator.

* — Alternatively, slice the kernels from one ear of fresh corn and saute in oil until al dente.

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