I had such great intentions of writing something pithy about the value of our work and being mindful of that on Labour Day. One of the things that's odd to me is that we're at a time when days like Labour Day are important because for many, they're a day off work, not because of what they represent.
For me, the most appropriate way to spend Labour Day is working for myself. So it was a canning and planning day. Fortunately, I also have a friend with a birthday so we had supper with good friends, which was lovely.
I came home, dealt with a varmint (more on that later), and baked like a mad woman. I figured since this is the first busy week as we all get our wits about us, I should get some baking in.
For us, school starts the day after Labour Day and ironically, this is one of the busiest weeks I've had for a long time. I'd call that one a planning fail but it's all towards an important end goal.
So, I went from garden leftovers:
to a delicious chutney:
And made sure broody hens had enough to eat.
Spun a lot because: projects. And yes, it's overspun but it's going to be plied so that's no biggie.
And during it all, I managed to participate in the conversations around #fairfiberwage.
Don't know what's going on there? Let me share some links:
From Laura Fry, Abby Franquemont, Mary Beth Temple, Andrea Longo, Miriam Felton, and a bunch of great conversations. Seemed pretty fitting on Labour Day.
Whatever you were out there doing, I hope it was good labour.