an antique typewriter
It's time again for another Six Sentence Story. Each week, Denise posts a prompt word and invites all to compose a story in only six sentences based on the prompt. This week, my inspiration came as I was dealing with the abundance of pears from my tree. The prompt word this week: kettle. Be sure to go to Denise's blog to check out the other entries. I'm always impressed by the talent of the other writers, and by the diversity of stories each word inspires.
Standing at the kitchen sink, her sharpest paring knife in hand, and with a bushel box of pears at her side, her thoughts turned to the past: how many years had she been an active participant (let alone captive witness) to the event that was about to unfold yet again? The air was muggy due to the heat of late summer and the big kettle of boiling water on the stove. Though it always seemed like so much work, the act of preparing the fruit, ladling it carefully into the mason jars, wiping the rims clean, putting the lids on, gently tightening the bands, and slowly lowering the bottles into the simmering water was hypnotically relaxing. When the canner was full and boiling water covered all of the jars, she spread a clean kitchen towel on the counter in preparation to receive the bottled fruit. The beep of the timer signaled the process was done, and as she carefully lifted the jars out of the water bath, she smiled as she heard each satisfying "ping" that indicated that another bottle had sealed. Canning was an act of gratitude for the harvest and a connection to generations of women before her, and she was happy to be able to continue the tradition.