Well, I’m still alive.  And now I know how/why Grandma needed new hips all the time, my left hip is *killing* me.

So, to recap.  I spent 3.5-4 hours out at that farm picking strawberries and tayberries (a cross between raspberries and blackberries).

And after I got home and vegged for a few hours, decided to go plant/transplant the entire salad bed.

Four kinds of lettuce, four kinds of carrots, parsley, two kinds of radishes, green peppers, sunburst squash, green onions, beets.

Checked on the green beans and peas.

And the potatoes (these are the red potatoes).

Started hulling and pureeing fruit.  Realized I hadn’t gotten to the store, and the sale ended at midnight last night.  Went and got my chicken and Sierra Mist along with a few things for grilling today for lunch/dinner.  Limped around like an old lady, because of the hip.

The leftover “good” strawberries (i.e. not crushed/smushed, still in darn good shape) and leftover puree.  The puree will make at least one more batch of jam (thinking of trying honey as the sweetener!) and I’ll freeze the rest for dh and his strawberry lemonade.

What I was up until 3:45am today finishing up.  Apparently the foam tricked me, as you can see on that jar closest to you.

Last week’s freezer jam – the purple lids.  There’s another layer underneath.

And a totally cute photo I found on the camera.    He’s getting his canine teeth in.  Ugh.

I am now going to veg the day away in between watering the garden several times (up to the 100’s today!) and eating strawberries.