My Papa would often talk about finding "a good country woman" for my younger brother to marry, or as a solution to most any household problem one might encounter.
You see, by his description, a good country woman could cook well, sew on buttons, repair zippers, hem pants, and mend coveralls. She was likely easy on the eyes, too. She probably was up before the sun, because he most definitely was. And she most certainly didn't complain about anything.
I don't personally know any woman that could do all those things on a daily basis, but the last couple of days, I've been channeling my own "good country woman" and putting up a bit of blackberry jam.
And I must admit, it's kind of nice to have done something with immediately tangible and semi-permanent results, unlike the character training, educating, household maintaining that fills most of my days.
I'll be able to look at those jelly jars for a few months and think, "I did that."
(*It should be noted that my mother-in-law spent hours picking blackberries around the neighborhood on undeveloped lots. I couldn't manage that with my 6 and under entourage.)