This summer has been a bit lacking in routine as we are still familiarizing ourselves with our new home. It has been so much fun, and I am trying to squeeze in a few preparations for the coming winter. I can feel just a tiny hint of autumn in the mornings and evenings when there is a slight nip in the air. Several weeks ago we went blueberry picking, I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to have so many farms etc. close that we can go and harvest our own food, even if it isn’t from our own back yard. The day turned out hotter than we thought it would be, but we did manage to pick 23 pounds of blueberries. We all had a wonderful time, even the babe is now an expert blueberry picker. I got all of them in the freezer, freezing them on cooking sheets, before storing them in bags so that they wouldn’t freeze into one giant lump. Now we have plenty of blueberries to use in muffins, and pancakes, and any other way we can think of. This last week I took advantage of a good deal on basil to spend some time with our 8 year old who loves to cook. We made 5 batches of pesto, minus the cheese, and froze them for some scrumptious still feels like summer meals in the middle of the cold Maine winter. We moved here in time to pick our own strawberries, but I wasn’t set up enough in the house to make jam with them, and I hadn’t ever had success making jam, the high altitude in Wyoming caused me many problems, so I just gave up after a while. We have however been stashing small handfuls of blackberries from the brambles out back in the freezer so that when we have enough we will have a go at making some jam. We’re almost there, the kids can’t wait, and neither can I. Next up apples, yay, though I can’t say I’m looking forward to all that peeling, my least favourite kitchen job.