They're Back. . . .

"They were all gone, and now they're back," said my 17 year-old daughter looking around the kitchen.

"Uh, yeah," I sighed. 


"How many trips did it take to bring them all in?" she laughed.

"Uh, I dunno," I sighed again "I stopped counting after the fifth trip in."


The tomatoes are back and over flowing.  That's okay too.  I need to can seasoned tomato sauce, and I use the recipe in the Ball Blue Book.  It requires 45 pounds to can 7 quarts.  Not sure if I have 45 yet, but I know I do have over 23 pounds - all paste tomatoes.   I typically make the sauce by cutting the recipe in half (simply due to space on the stove and how many pots I have).

Yesterday, the humidity felt like it was 100%.  It was not just a "three-pair-underwear" day, it was change-all-your-clothes-twice kind of day.   Unfortunately, the humidity levels were predicted at up to 99% very early this morning, and will be lingering around again today.  Yet the rain has not arrived to cool it down.  

Humidity worsens my allergies, and even though we have air running on low, my eyes are literally watering as if I just cut up onions.

It's just before 7:00am, and the sun is rising over the corn field.  I'm up later than I wanted.  I've already measured out 24-25 pounds of paste tomatoes.  I'm pretty sure by calculating the remainder amount of tomatoes that I brought in, I have over 50 lbs.  As soon as my herbal allergy remedy kicks in, I'll be ready to tackle today's indoor work.  The outdoor will have to wait until the humidity clears out.  I'm not even bothering with laundry today.  I had towels on the line yesterday, and it took the entire day to dry - too humid.

Yesterday was a good mail day.  We got letter from Son.  It was very short, but I was still excited to finally hear from him.