Laura Ingalls Wilder spoke of her joy in receiving a set of books, one dull and endless season, when she was alone all day and expecting a child:
"On a day when she was particularly blue and unhappy, the neighbor to the west, a bachelor living alone, stopped as he was driving by and brought a partly filled grain sack to the house. When Laura opened the door, Mr. Sheldon stepped inside, and taking the sack by the bottom, poured the contents out on the floor. It was a paper-backed set of Waverley novels. . .
And now the four walls of the close, overheated house opened wide . . ." --The First Four Years
And though it’s certainly never dull here, and the days are quite filled-to-the-brim, I know how she felt---that bubble of excitement welling from the prospect of new horizons, new adventures, new and unexpected moments with an old friend.
A big snap-top lug of these was carted down the stairs and set ceremoniously upon the breakfast table, where I delved in like a kid on Christmas, smiling and murmuring and exclaiming at the boundless hours of reading awaiting. They belong to my friend Lil, and I’ve already stashed them on a shelf of their own, easy to hand by my favorite chair.
And did I say we made preserves? The colors were so exquisite, and I wish my photo skills were equal to the beautiful of them. I expecially love the out-of-focusness of this one, for it’s like gazing out a stained-glass window on a particularly bright Sunday, sort of hazing your eyes to drink in the colors of the glass as you listen to the message, dazzled by both at once.
Just click on the picture and sorta go cross-eyed for the full effect.
And that amazing, jewelly pink syrup, captured in the morning sun:
There are blueberry, blackberry, red and golden raspberry, all made at her house and brought as a gift, and then some of the fig preserves and preserved figs we made here.
And that’s my VERY LAST WORD about canning. And figs.
Until moiré non about our own unexpected little hour, just us three, spent on a pleasantly surprising Cheese Course.