“Today one may pluck out one’s very heart and not find it.”
― Franz Kafka
(the first of the season / Julie Cook / 2017)
Simplistic seasonal changes give way to the reaping of small harvests…
As the western world reels from another chaotic and senseless attack.
Caustic comedians are wallowing in sanctimonious apologies
while casting wide nets of blame blanketing the very ones they mock.
As a fallen candidate joins the fray with the same empty mantra…
“Not my fault….”
Madness and hatred are the offerings on tap
while unsuspecting berries ripen on the bush
There’s an old nemesis who seems to be enjoying renewed friction
while the media and press proclaim the sky is falling.
As the dividing line between right and left becomes impossible to bridge.
There’s something comforting in the mindless gathering of ripening fruit
Something seemingly mundane yet blessedly sane…
as the world spins wildly out of control….
Who is going to harm you if you are eager to do good?
But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed.
“Do not fear their threats; do not be frightened.”
But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord.
Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for
the hope that you have.
But do this with gentleness and respect, keeping a clear conscience,
so that those who speak maliciously against your good behavior in Christ
may be ashamed of their slander.
For it is better, if it is God’s will,
to suffer for doing good than for doing evil.
1 Peter 3:13-17
There is something soothing about the growing things, isn’t there?
One of the best jobs I had was working and managing my grandfather’s date ranches in the Coachella Valley. At harvest time, I could pick up a handful of dates and think that I had a very small something to do with their creation.
How cool Don. Think about the complexity it took to form that date.
How could that just “happen? “
we need to let CS answer that one 😉
Yes, he certainly has a way with that subject, doesn’t he?
That he does!! 😎
that is indeed cool—I know how I marvel when I’m in Florida how my aunt can pick her own avocados, oranges, bananas…
at least I have my peaches 🙂
I enjoy the hard work, the working the land as it were—just me and the elements and hopefully a “harvest”—no world pressing issues involved….
Exactly! It’s very therapeutic in a high paced stressed out world. Now, to only have the sense to make time for some of that therapy!
Our cherry tree this year produced the best harvest we have had. Thank God for the rain He sent to this parched land called California. I also made us some blueberry pancakes for dinner last night.
Oh Don, I adore cherries—but Georgia is not a place where I could grow such 🙂
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Thank you Vincent -,time to soon glow 💡
😍😄 At the facility waiting to start glowing 😍
prayers for positive and great results!
Perfect, Julie! Just perfect!! Thanks for reminding me ❤
I am comforted Lorrie in these stressful times by the greater outdoors—-as in God’s creation and not man’s…
I couldn’t agree MORE, Julie!! Blessings for a wonderful day 💜
Not much of a gardener, but I had a neat experience as a child. My father was in the USAF, and they assigned him to Goose Bay AFB in Labrador, Canada. So we got to pick wild blueberries and cranberries. Still a fond memory.
Now picking wild cranberries would be awesome
When the world runs amok, it’s time to wallow in the dirt. I find I do my. Easy thinking there.
And we can be like Wally’s pigs 🐷
Yum! What beautiful berries!!! and what a stellar post. 🙂 ❤
Such a contrast between “humanistic” thinking and God’s thinking. Let me join the side of the beauties of nature far from the ghoulishness of “entertainment.”
Amen Oneta!!!! ghoulishess indeed it is!!!