The simple things........

Bailey and I made peach preserves this morning. Don't get the wrong idea here...........this wasn't a special mother/daughter bonding time for her like it was for me. She would have much rather been on her computer or texting or anything other than hand crushing peaches. But, like the strawberries that came before.......there was just no volunteering for this job. "Why can't you just buy them instead of making them?" she complained. I hear this every time it's time to make preserves......peaches, blackberries, strawberries.........it's always the same. It means so much to me..........and I'm not exactly sure why. I guess because it reminds me of my grandmother, Mo.  Every time I pull out a new jar of strawberry preserves I think of her. I don't recall ever helping her make them, but no matter what, she always had a jar in the freezer. I'll admit to being a fairly simple girl. I don't mind shelling peas or creaming corn or making my own preserves and pickles. And nothing makes me happier than being able to prepare food for my family fresh from my own garden. And maybe later the kids will enjoy these simple things, but for now I'll just have to settle for their complaints and hope for the best. I wouldn't say Bailey "enjoyed" her time spent with me this morning, but she did have an occasional smile here and there and that was just enough to make me one happy girl.