I managed to preserve 10 pints of white potatoes last weekend in my first experiment with the pressure canner. I'm nervous about the pressure canner. I remember horror stories of my grandmother opening the lid of the pressure cooker too soon and shooting peas (according to my dad) all over the kitchen ceiling. My dad used to tell the tale with great exaggeration, so who knows if it's true? He claimed he couldn't get the ceiling clean and had to repaint it thanks to the green goo that ended up shooting all over the place from the pressure cooker. It's a funny story whether it is true or not.
This morning, I took my camera outside to take pictures of the garden, but the flowers are still shy...they really slowed down their blooms considerably during the drought. I did, however, find solace in some unexpected company. (All pictures below were taken by me today...) Enjoy this summer morning in pictures.
|Dawn sunlight through the woods|