Jam Season

Last week Helen and I picked cherries off a tree in a friend's yard. She had a great time with the branches within her reach. She is not what one would call a picky picker, i.e. if it's round it goes in the bag regardless of color or texture. Luckily, deer do not frequent the area... That night Helen helped us wash and pit the cherries so that we could make some delicious jam.

Here is a picture of the fabulous steal I got at a garage sale. I told the grandma selling the Tupperware that orange was my favorite color and she told me that it was hers as well and pointed to her orange shirt. I assured her that the tangerine colored Tupperware would be treasured at my home.

Helen went to the doctor this week, and here she is demonstrating what doctors do for Ryan. I guess that she felt he could learn from her technique.

Jane is doing well, all of her hair that fell out is growing back in very nicely.

For Father's Day Ryan became the proud owner of a fondue pot. It's hard to tell if Helen or Ryan was more excited. It was one of the other treasures that I got at a garage sale.

We went to the zoo a couple of weeks ago and Helen worked on her animal communication. I think that she is telling the goat that he needs his hair brushed and the bird that she should try the seeds on the popsicle stick.