Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Pickle and Jam gives reference to a time when growing your own food, making your own clothing, and overall do-it-yourselfness was necessary. Milking cows and churning butter were how many people began their days just shy of 80 years ago. Although a very small percent of us still do these things today, many people are starting to remember the advantages of self-reliance, combined with today's technology. Here at Pickle and Jam, I will share with you my families journey through growing our garden, preserving our food, doing-it-ourselves, and much more. I hope you will join us through this experience, and hopefully be inspired and empowered along the way!
Posted by Kayla Killingsworth at 3:12 PM
Monday, March 3, 2014
Much progress is happening in and around my life that will be having a huge effect on this blog. Hopefully this means more posts, greater exposure and readers! The winter brought the slug out of me, and my intentions to be productive flew out the window. But, it gave me the chance to give a good amount of contemplation to what I really want to be doing with this life thing I've been given. Now that Spring is poking it's pretty head through the soil, the progress is starting again. Basically, the gardens are growing and there will be a lot more pickles and jams coming to your screen soon!
I can't wait to show you more, and I can't wait for you to show up so you can see it!
Posted by Kayla Killingsworth at 11:15 AM
Friday, September 27, 2013
It feels like the incubation period is complete. I have cracked my shell and am now emerging as new life. This is usually the kind of thing that happens at the end of spring, when the summer sun is warming the ground and days are stretching into infinity. The time when the air chills and the nights are long, is the time I tend to retreat inward. My rhythms have been wacky this year. Perhaps it's all the moving, shifting, bending and breaking. I've started many seeds, and harvested all the fruit. It's a time for cover crops, and I'm back to preservation. Instead of spending another night in tears, I poured my heart into jars of picked okra. Three pounds of the summer fruit produced five quart sized jars. I'm looking forward to my next bloody mary :)
“When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood; like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard powerless to stop it. It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you are telling it, to yourself or to someone else.”- Margaret Atwood
And that is why we write.
Posted by Kayla Killingsworth at 12:00 PM