Ifsomeone told me when I was was younger that I would enjoy the domestic arts, I would have laughed. Yet I do find simple joy in preforming skills or tasks that bless my family. When I was married I had no idea how to cook, clean, menu plan, etc; yet over the years I have love learning skills that help me in my role as homemaker. (I still have yet to capture the joy of cleaning bathrooms).
Yesterday I went to a friends orchard and picked peaches. I do not remember my mom canning anything except grape jelly when we lived in Boston, but RayAnne who is an expert always walks me through it each year. I love how the smell of fresh peaches permeates the house and the occasional taste of a juicy peach as I slice them. I felt such a mixture of peace and gratitude as I preformed this simple task. (OK all my kids were at school at the time--I never canned with little children around) I know many people can 100s of cans each year, but for me doing these 45 jars was such an accomplishment. I like leaving them out on the counter for a day like they are trophies for all to see. Anyone want cobbler?
