July has brought a flurry of activity and duties. Canning. Does it ever end? Does every wife that preserves in the summer feel the same way that I'm feeling?
There aren't enough hours in the day, and so day stretches into night. He lingers in the kitchen, staying up much later than he should because he must go to work in the morning. He kisses the back of my neck, arms around my waist, asking "How much longer", without speaking a word. I finally convince him to sleep without me. Many nights, and wee into the morning I sit on a kitchen stool and listen to the ch, ch, ch of the pressure regulator rocking back and forth atop the canner, my body longing to crawl into bed next to his.
Finally, I finish, turn out the lights and tiptoe. Carefully, I climb into bed. He has to wake early, and I fear disturbing him. He finds me, though I didn't make a sound. His knees tuck into the back of mine, his breath on my neck, his arm around my waist, and his hand holds mine.
3 comments:
Our garden isn't big enough to have very much of any one thing at a time this summer - though I have blanched and frozen green beans.
I hope to be as busy as you next year...I am in awe of what you have accomplished this year!
Ahhh...to know and love someone so well. I still get a thrill when I catch sight of Warren across the room. When we speak with our eyes. Love it.
As for the all hours canning...I don't do that but soon candle season will begin and I will be up all hours. Last year Warren was away during my busiest week so he has yet to see that.
Becky K.
Lovely post, Tracy. I hope all is well!
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