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One thing I enjoy doing every summer is canning peaches. The name “canning” is a misnomer since I’m not putting them in cans,
but using a hot water bath to process the jars and peaches to produce an airtight seal. I have an outdoor burner that I attach to an LP tank that is used for a grill, so I can do all the hot work outside and not heat up my kitchen.

Nothing compares to fresh peaches in the summer, but there truly is no comparison to fresh peaches in the winter. During
the cold winter, I love to go down to our fruit cellar and see the bright colorful jars and I can’t wait to open one up and bring back a taste of summer. When the kids were little, I made pint jars. Now that they are older, I’ve moved to quart jars, which is about 1 ½ meals for us.

My mom did a quite a bit of canning and freezing of fruits and vegetables when I was growing up. After Dale and I were
married and moved out to the farm, his mother Celie helped me get started. My daughter Beth helps me now.

Now, growing your own food and canning and preserving that food has become quite popular. Who knew we farmers were such trend setters?

Ready to eat this winter


As you can see by the picture, the remodeling project is creating a new look in the barn. Dale and the boys have been taking out the old slats and replacing them with plastic flooring. This flooring will be warmer and better suited to the young pigs. Dale also put sheets of hard plastic on the walls which provides better insulation and easier clean-up.

I would describe their pace as slow and steady. “We got 12 slats out today!” seemed to be a rallying cry. Of course I tease the boys about how hauling slats is building their muscles and what the girls might be thinking. They roll their eyes since there are no girlfriends yet; but I do believe their muscles are growing.


Once the floor is done, there will be gating, feeders and ventilation to complete. The project is going well, but I’ve come
to the realization that my deck, which was to have been the next project after this nursery, will have to wait until next year.