This weekend I picked tiny sour plums from our wild plum trees, the first they've ever given us.
I harvested and saute'ed enough lobster mushrooms to fill a pint jar and froze them for winter, and made a batch of dye from the leftover bits.
I hung many, many loads of laundry on the line.
I made a batch of yogurt in the crockpot.
I picked a half gallon of chokecherries and made syrup.
I hauled in several logs for drying from the tree that fell in the last storm.
I taught my youngest how to strip the seeds off the parsnips.
I ordered some silk fabric, even though I swore I wouldn't buy any craft supplies until I had made a dent in the pile I have now.
I held a salamander.
I made 8 quarts of refrigerator pickles using my grandma's recipe.
I made meals, gave baths, and tucked in children.
I did not craft, though I desperately want to.
I did not figure out why gmail is putting things in spam that shouldn't be there.
I did not clean the house.
I did not get caught up on emails or blog-reading, though I wanted to do that too.
I have trouble finding time for all of the things I want and need to do.
I don't feel as though I'm spending my time doing unworthy things, I just wish I had a little more of it each day. I suppose I'm not alone in that.
How did you spend your weekend? Did you get everything done that you wanted to?