Counting our beans

It was bean freezing day at my place today. Straight from the garden into the freezer, with a brief stop in a steamer for some blanching. Food prep, such as this, is part of my Ednie heritage. I remember when I was a young girl, helping my mother and Granny to tip and tail bushels of beans, to be prepped for freezing. Doing it today was kind of nice – brought back the old memories, and made me smile. Too bad beans aren’t my favourite veggie! Regardless, we’ll be eating them this winter!

What does an Ednie have to say, anyway?

I’m an Ednie. We wear that name with pride – service people can’t spell it, our French neighbours can’t pronounce it, and oddly, no one’s ever heard of it. But we’re Ednies, and we like its sound.

Launching this blog, to see what sort of communications a bunch of Ednies could ignite, I’m asking myself, “what’s an Ednie blog going to say, anyway?”

Ednies often have much to say…though they don’t always have a point. The conversation IS the point – be it a discussion on line-dancing out of trouble, reminiscing tractor incidents, or bragging about the ol’ morning weigh-in, if we’re not gurgling with laughter, we’re not committed to the talk.

That being said, Ednies do have their serious sides – the list of accomplishments is long amongst this clan, and a group more committed to our planet and society, well, you won’t find.  Laughing our way through it is simply how we stay sane.

So Hello! to all Ednies and Ednie friends, neighbours and relatives out there – and to those of you who have yet to meet an Ednie, make a funny face and join the line at the dessert counter!