I will tell you right up front do not go looking in any dictionary for the word swism. It should be in there as it is the perfect word for what happens on a hot summer day.

When I was out picking my beans in the garden the other night I was experiencing issues with swism. For those of you who wear glasses this will make sense. Swism is that drop of sweat that rolls off your forehead when you are bending over and it then lands on your glasses to create a swism.

When you try looking through this swism you get the same effect as looking through the swism’s better known relative- the prism. It might be a little fuzzier than that.

I have also heard it said that women don’t sweat……I will tell you this is a falsehood.  When the weather is as hot as it has been (108º heat index) women no longer glisten; it really is sweat.

As I write this my husband reminded me of my enthusiasm when those seed catalogs arrived in the mailbox back in January and February. As he was throwing wood into the woodstove back then, to keep us warm, I was dreaming of produce and a beautiful organized garden.

Nowhere is those glossy photos of clean abundant produce did I see a drop of sweat on the people holding those gorgeous pumpkins, beans and carrots. (Who are those people and where do they get them from??)  Nowhere did I see earwigs munching on the leaves or rabbits chewing those peas to nubs.  Maybe I should have bought the packages of repellant that were advertised?  You would think I would learn after this many years of gardening!!

I do have to say that once you get the beans picked the next part is actually pretty relaxing as you can sit on the porch and listen to the birds and watch the chickens as you snip beans. You can even enjoy a great cup of tea. Yes I still enjoy a cup of tea even when it is hot. You just have some chocolate mint tea that has a hint of cool to it.

Green Beans

After years of using the hot water bath method for canning my beans I finally purchased my first pressure canner  a few years ago.( My mom still cannot believe that I use a pressure canner and I often hear the story of how Grandma had chicken soup all over the kitchen because the pressure canner blew.) After using the pressure canner these last couple years I would not go back, especially when it comes to beans. I must admit I reread the instruction book every year and do not leave my kitchen while it is in operation.

I also need to admit that when those jars come out of the canner it is very satisfying. Hearing that pinging sound of lids sealing is one of the best sounds around.

It is a great feeling to begin to fill the empty jars from the pantry shelves with produce. I know that by the time that last jar gets filled and on the shelves I will have forgotten the effort it took to get them all there.

My husband just grins when I stand in my pantry and admire all the filled shelves in the fall. My youngest son usually takes a look and comments, “Yup, mom is ready for the apocalypse.”


 A sensible person gathers the crops when they are ready;
it is a disgrace to sleep through the time of harvest.
Proverbs 10:5  (GNT)


17 thoughts on “Swisms

  1. In The Autumn Of My Life says:

    They will soon stop laughing when the zombies starting lopping over the horizon ;-D

    My Nanna was a great one one for making jams, pickles, wine and all sorts. She had a huge pantry and all these beautiful jars storing tasty stuff ready for the leaner months. Unfortunately my garden harvest isn’t big enough to do that sort of thing but I would if it was!

    A lovely step back in time for me, thank you and I wish you many wonderful meals 🙂

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  2. goldenbrodie says:

    Ready for the apocalypse, yes we do sweat and know I know what to call that sweat when it hits my glasses as I am leaning over my flower garden and weeding. What do you call this…it’s so humid outside that when you walk out the door from your cool house…your glasses fog up immediately? Love ya chickengrandma!

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      I love doing the French cut beans – or snijboon as my Dutch grandma always called them. Everyone in the family would borrow her snipper that could do two beans at a time. When she passed away no one knew where it was. On a vacation I found one in an antique store and that was my souvenier on that vacation!

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  3. peggyjoan42 says:

    The pings from jars you have slaved to can are great. Those are beautiful jars of canned green beans. I have canned a lot of green beans in my life. Nice post. Peggy

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