Bla, bla, blaaaaa

All week I have been scratching my head. I can't think of anything to write about. I can't think of how to write it. When I actually try to think, this is what I hear in my head: bla, bla, bla, blaaaaaa. I think it may have something to do with sleep, or the lack thereof. So imagine my surprise last night when I was browsing through my camera and noticed pictures that I hadn't posted about our trip to Styer's orchard. Here I had something to blog about and forgot all about it! We went last Saturday and picked peaches and blackberries. It was lots of fun. They take you on a tractor ride out to the fields. It seems like sort of a dorky city-folk thing to do, but hey, I'm over it. It's really the only farming experience you can find around here. Amazingly, thanks to the fact that I am no longer slaving away over a hot sink washing dishes every day, I managed to slave away over a hot stove instead. I canned peach jam, blackberry jam, blueberry lime jam, and peaches. I still can't believe I actually accomplished anything this week despite the lack of gray cell activity.