Some people pop everything on them and share their lives and families (and there are a few of these that I regularly follow and enjoy). Others prefer to keep families and personal details well protected and separate.
Even though I don't really know what this blog is, I think I fall into the second category. The Mr prefers it to be that way too and I respect that.
There have been times when I've felt like posting about some of the things happening in our world, perhaps almost as a form of therapy, but I haven't. And in retrospect, that is probably a good thing.
Hmmm, it probably would also have been as boring as bat poop.
Anyway, today I'm taking a little side step and sharing my Mum with you.
Yesterday I left at the crack of dawn, drove half way across Victoria and made sauce with my Mum.
Mum's sauce is a valuable commodity in our family. It is bartered, hoarded, sometimes pinched and requires serious negotiations with siblings if you're to run out before February and the next batch.
And to be honest, I think we have taken for granted the fact that Mum makes it every year.
So how are we cooking tomato sauce in July?
We made a batch together in February which was great fun but tough with her chemo. She was exhausted from just sitting and giving instructions. Did I say it is an ugly little disease?
She decided to freeze (the mountains) of tomatoes that she had grown for another day. This also allows other siblings to share the fun and make a batch too.
Yesterday we made some room in her freezer, pumped out 2 batches of sauce and went out to a lovely restaurant for a delicious lunch.
You are an amazing woman.
We love you.