It’s hard to believe that July has come and gone. Despite not having found time to post on this blog I have found time to do plenty of other things.
The Independence holiday was spent with friends and family around the pool and then watching fireworks. It was a special night because when the fireworks started I felt the baby kick for the first time. In 2000 my grandfather passed away on July 4, just as the fireworks started. He had been in a coma for a few days after suffering an annurism, my mom said that he was just waiting to get a better view. So to feel my first child move for the first time at that moment, was…significant, to me.
In the middle of the month we had the big fetal assessment sonogram to check that our baby was healthy and growing in all the right ways. We also found out that we were having a boy! We couldn’t be more pleased! (neither could the dads!) Needless to say that piece of information has sparked a frenzy of activity, conversation and planning. Last week my mother and I picked out the fabric that I will use to make a bumper cover and crib quilt. We tried to look at the furniture we will likely purchase from IKEA, only to find out that everything was out of stock and won’t be replaced until late fall, still plenty of time for us. Now at 22 weeks, the pregnancy is moving along nicely. I just wish the heat would abate and leave us 10 or 20 degrees cooler, it is hard to keep the apartment cool with a heat index of 115 F.
The heat has done nothing to help my garden. Everything has gone crunchy and brown on the extremities, while the cores are trying to hang on. The plants have stopped yielding such bulk tomatoes, and the birds have taken their liberties with pecking into every, and I mean every, ripe red tomato. These birds have ruined over a dozen fruit.
Even in the heat, I’ve decided to keep putting up preserves as best I can with the crazy work schedule I have. This week I pulled together 3 jars of zesty salsa and 2 jars of pickled hot peppers. Today I am canning tomatoes and sauce. I’ve had to cover all the windows to try to keep the heat out while I heat up the kitchen and it’s still hot, hot, hot in here. It doesn’t help that these tomatoes have to be processed in boiling water for 85 minutes – an hour and a half with steam pouring out of a pot does nothing for the environs. All I know is there is a cold shower with my name on it at the end of the night. If I can keep my energy up I still want to make tomato bruschetta topping and can that for later in the year. We’ll see how long I can make it today before having to quit from exhaustion.
Here’s some pictures I’ve taken over the course of the month: