Mother and I canned cherries this week for those long cold winter months (or so I am told). It is a very simple process and I learned all the old tricks passed down from my Grandmother to my Mother and now to me. Maybe I can now pass them on to my daughter. Here are some photographs I took this morning while additional jars were cooling under a tea towel. It is fun to hear the quiet gentle "pop" as each lid seals itself during the cooling process. While I was taking the photographs I included this one of Mother's magnificent kitchen window. It feels like you are living in a tree house as this level of the home is high up into the trees.
While waiting for our house closing I am trying to stay busy with some small art adventures. I will have photographs soon of a painted red jacket!