Peaches,
Hanging golden globes;
Pears
Swelling, rosy cheeked;
Tomatoes
Juicy, ripe, begging to be eaten;
Apples
Falling to the ground
With a bounce in their step.
We
Yearning to gather them in,
Savor them.
Our Father
Providing our bounty,
Yearns to gather us too
In His harvest.
Some of us
Are in a pickle
The Pickle
I woke up at 3:30 am and started thinking about pickles.
You take a sweet innocent English cucumber,
And right away it gets into hot water.
Then it gets salt rubbed into its wounds.
Bitter herbs are tossed into the mix.
Days of alternating sweet and sour experiences affect its life.
A short moment of added pressure seals the deal.
And you have a cucumber with character to enrich your life
Ahh August! The Harvest is approaching
Do you enjoy reaping the bounty of your efforts. I guess 2014 was
the last year I actually could stand and preserve things with my daughters
help. Now I dry my apples. I guess as I get older and wrinkly, my preservation
techniques do too! Have a happy Harvest!
