Person of Interest

Friends and Pickles

 

 

Today I'm blogging about a

friend of mine who actually takes the

time to plant a garden and then

does something with the harvest.

 

 

Hi Midnight. Yes, I came to

see you. Where's your brother, Tiger?

Hiding again, like always?

 

 

Meet Wendy, keeper of the garden.

She was busy picking,

prepping, assembling,

 

 

and sterilizing.

She says the steam does

wonders for the complexion

when she reaches in to get a jar.

That's right. She sterilizes

her jars in the dishwasher.

And, she washes her cucumbers on

the delicate cycle in her washing machine.

This girl is on top of things,

let me tell you.

 

 

Time to pack those pickles.

She's doing it by feel because

she had to take her glasses off

because she was getting

a facial at the dishwasher.

 

 

Next she added the brine,

which she had been heating

before I even got there.

She is so organized.

 

 

Then it was time for a hot bath.

She had the water heating earlier as well.

In the bath they go,

for five minutes or so, once the

bubbles are rising again.

That gives us time to chit-chat,

which we do a lot of.

Meeting face to face  saves minutes

on the cell phone.

We talk about work and family and

life in general. We laugh, we cry,

we grumble, we share fears

and frustrations.

We've been friends for a long time,

through good times and bad.

Working in the same office forged

our friendship, aided by the fact

that we lived in the same area all

our lives, and her dad and my

husband were friends way back.

We still both work in the same

field, and I don't mean the hay

field either. That makes for

interesting conversations.

 

 

What's that Midnight? You like

my purse? Put it on your Christmas

list. I'm sure Wendy will get you one.

 

 

 

Oops, more than five minutes have gone by.

Time to take them out.

We all know that too much time in a

hot bath causes wrinkles.

 

 

Last step, let them cool and mark

the date on the lid.

And there you have it. A few hours

spent with a friend, and something

was actually accomplished besides

our throats getting hoarse

from all the yacking.

That was last weekend.

Today, we're going shopping at

the Amish grocery store.

Gotta go now.

 

Happy Saturday