Dandelion petals, violet, ground ivy, and mint. Today I'm processing some beef broth I made two days ago. It's in the canner right now. It was super easy and came out delicious but if you'd asked my oldest granddaughter, it "smelled and looked gross." She was brave and tasted it and determined it was delicious though. We FaceTimed while I got my jars ready and put the gelatinous mass into them from larger jars and a bowl I had used to put them in the fridge. She seemed excited when I told her that this is how gelatin is made. We scooped the warm broth into the jars together, while she noticed it was quite greasy. So I saved the grease off the broth and had some fat in the freezer and am currently heating it to render to make tallow. I need to finish folding towels and put those away and get a few other chores done before it's tine to make supper. What are you doing these days?
In the past few days the Instagram knitting community has blown up with all kinds of talk of racism and white privilege and the like. I have had a range of emotion over this- first over the actual blog post that started the whole thing. I don't see the outrage in the post. Does that mean I have some sort of white privilege? I'm only white from my mother's side to look at us. Of course nearly all African Americans are white somewhere. It was part of the slavery that brought our ancestors here: our foremothers didn't always have only African descent men in their beds, and not necessarily through any fault of their own. I wonder if I don't see it because I live a somewhat sheltered life: white husband, nearly white looking kids, Appalachian mountains so we are a weird bunch separate from the rest of the south- and the living here is hard despite technology (many folks here where I live still don't have electricity and have never had it or indoor plumbing so interne
Last night I woke up with this in my mind: "You fear the way of the water on the rock. You are afraid of time." I started praying: "I have pray that you would teach me to number my days so that I can grow wise and walk circumspectly, which You have done and are doing in the flesh of my body." I had many thoughts of the way of water on rocks. The way of water on a rock is persistent until it breaks through and makes a new path. It erodes the rock and washes away the small parts. We would know this as "erosion" and given that water is so versatile, it can go quite fast! From drips to floods to ice expansion it can seep into places you didn't even know were open. If it's in a soft material like wood it can rot away what looks solid. If it's in the dirt, it can freeze and expand upward, leaving hollow places for more water. Water is patient and relentless in it's pursuit of moving together. It has weak hydrogen bonds that break when disturbed
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