My dad and I just made pickles. Mason jars...boiling water...dill, cucumbers, mustard seeds, peppercorn (all fresh from the farmer's market)...I felt a bit like Laura Ingalls Wilder. Does anyone actually can things anymore? Other than us that is...
Yesterday might have been the worst day ever but it is over, even if I'm not quite over it.
Apparently I might go to Iowa tonight?!? Who knows. We shall see what the day brings.
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about Laura Ingalls Wilder...
1) one of my good friends lives in Pepin, WI (where Laura grew up) and i have seen and been in her cabin/hut.
2) a girl i know from my town won the Laura Ingalls Wilder pageant when she was little. (it is like a look-alike thing. she made a dress, showed up, you know the drill)
3)when i was in 4th grade, Laura's biography was my favorite book to read. i read it at least ten times. it was huge too! i found a grammatical mistake, a big one at that. i was so proud. (said mistake was verified by the appropriate authorities.)
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