It is 102 right now and I just got back in from giving everyone fresh water and spaying down the ground so all of my hens have puddles to stand in and try and beat the heat. I am out of watermelon or I would take them some, to cool their little parched throats. I cleaned the chicken coop this morning. I have been sadly lax in this job. Every time I clean the coop, when I go to gather eggs in the evening, Mr. Snake is laying in front of the next boxes. I don't know if the noise of my rake or what it is disturbs him, but I hadn't cleaned the coop in awhile.
Today I had made up my mind that if Mr. Snake shows his little head he is getting relocated. I have went out there 3 times so far and no snake. The snake is a gopher snake and is not poisonness or a bad snake, well unless you are afraid of them, like I have gotten in my old age. They really are beneficial. It is time he moved on to another place.
I made crushed tomatoes today with my tomatoes I picked. They look pretty in the jars. I was starting to get tired I knew I was doing to much today, but I am trying out for the woman who can make the biggest messes of the year award. I was using my food mill and I had not set it up right so my measuring cup I use to catch the peels and stuff was sitting sort of cock-eyed and it was starting to fill up which made it even more crooked. I knew I should have fixed it but I thought just one more crank when the measuring cup fell over sending wet tomato skins over the edge and made this really great plopping sound as it hit the floor and splattered the cabinets. I had been on my feet so long I thought my spine had petrified into a solid stick in my back. I was under the cutting board cleaning up the tomato stuff and in the food mill juice keeps dripping even if you aren't turning the crank, so it dawned on me that my other measuring cup is full and that wet feeling of dripping on my head and back is tomato juice running over the edge.
I jumped up, and hit my head on the cutting board, dropping the peels that I had wrapped in a paper towel, making an even bigger mess in a place I had already cleaned. I should have taken a picture of my kitchen, I was trying to do too many things at once. It is all nice and clean now though.
I have to quit reading canning books. I think I need to read some vacation books. I picked every tomato that even sort of looked red today so I can do something different tomorrow.