Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Then came the cancer. That was June 30, 2016.
Mom soon went through brain surgery, radiation and chemo and so I spent that summer, helping her can, freeze and otherwise preserve the bounty from her garden. Twice the labor made the work go faster and having someone to talk to made the work seem easier. Although the cancer was briefly gone and treatments were over with for the 2017 season, I still helped my mom canning. I knew time was more finite but besides preserving vegetables, I was preserving memories.
This year, we've been preserving a lot of memories again. I helped freeze the sweetcorn and we made a batch of salsa. My parents went off on a mini vacation with my daughters so in their absense I have been making sweet pickles seen above and will shortly be canning some tomato sauce seen below. Next up will be green beans later this afternoon.
I'm not sure how much time is left. Not a day goes by when that I don't think such thoughts. But I do know after that era ends and for me, a new one begins, that I will always have memories of my mom in every jar that sits on my canning shelves downstairs.