These Moments

I had a moment this morning where I jumped out of bed at 6am, after my farmer husband trundled off to work, and I thought “The Tomatoes!!” We had left the trays of dehydrating tomatoes on the back deck, drying out all night. Now they are tomato flakes, after I scraped their sorry brittle remains off of the trays. Still edible. Still useful for soup and sauces on those cold winter nights. But not what we intended.

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The internet is a funny place where we get to show the best of our little lives. I don’t have a picture of me scraping crusty tomato flakes off a tray at 6am, with fluffy hair and bleary eyes. We show a slice of our lives here, and though I try to remain true to facts, it is only a slice.IMG_8623

While much of our summer days are spent at the beach, going for hikes, and staring in awe at our lush gardens. (Haha!) The other part of our summer is spent processing the food we try to squirrel away for the winter. This is not always very exciting. And sometimes it’s backbreaking. In the photo above, I’m cleaning and stripping the garlic, getting it ready to hang. When it has dried out a little, I try to cram it into a corner of my already-cluttered counter. Growing food to keep for the whole year is wonderful. Storing it for that whole year while you use little bits at a time, is annoying.IMG_8841 IMG_8843

Gabrielle helps me separate the seeds from the pods. Her tiny fingers are expert at this.IMG_8845 IMG_8969

I often wonder what she will remember of this. What impression she will have of her life here. Will she remember it fondly and with joy? Or will she remember all the chores her mama made her do? Will she run off to the city just so she doesn’t have to weed another garden or knead another hunk of dough?IMG_8976 IMG_9083

We choose to live these little lives here. Simple. Small. And hope that in these days piling together, we are doing her right. And maybe she will choose a different path, but trying to give her a wholesome start, maybe that’s we can offer. Maybe these chores, these smells, this life, is what will always remind her of home.

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Living a simple quiet life on the Gulf Islands, BC.

3 Thoughts on “These Moments

  1. Danielle Whitmore on 21 July, 2015 at 7:27 am said:

    Such a blessed child and a magical childhood. You are giving her such a gift! Can’t wait to walk a few steps in your simple glorious life next month. Xo

  2. Christy on 21 July, 2015 at 6:47 pm said:

    This made me smile. We are right in the thick of garlic, onions, green beans, peas, and pickles. No tomatoes yet but hopefully soon! You are right, it seems to be a full time job putting up all that food. I get to the point where I can’t do anymore and I just give it away to neighbors so I don’t have to deal with it.

    My mom swears the reason she hates gardening was because of all the work she was “forced” to do during childhood. I, of course love it, but worry Blaine will grow up and turn into my mom. I always wonder if things skip generations or if that is just my family.

  3. Thank you for taking us through this beautiful reminiscence. I’m honored to see it all in a look-back like that.

    And baby Brie!!!!! AWwwwwwwwww!

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