This makes me wonder where I went wrong. I am in the process of:
Freezing pesto. Seth is a champion basil picker.
Refinishing the kitchen table. The varnish had completely worn off, so every spill soaked into the wood, requiring a good scraping after every meal.
Dehydrating pears. Supposedly easier than canning. Definitely tastier.
Making jam. Apricot, raspberry, blackberry, mixed berry... And the plums are ripe this week.
Canning tomatoes and applesauce. Now I know the real reason we didn't send Seth to kindergarten--he's too helpful to lose.
Helping with the enrichment activity, PTA carnival fundraiser, and soaking all Charlotte's old baby clothes in vats of Oxi-Clean. I swear that stuff was clean when I put it away two years ago.
Planting trees. The 50% off sale was too good to pass up. We added a linden, honey locust, tulip tree, and ash. A friend said perplexedly, "But I thought you already had trees in your yard. Any more and the Forest Service will be annexing your property."
I am not humming.