imports and exports

“Jesus, help me to simplify my life by learning what you want me to be,
and becoming that person.”

St. Therese of Lisieux


(a lovely orange bell pepper / Julie Cook / 2018)

Here it is the height of the summer despite many school systems already heading back
for the start of the new school year.

Living down South, in a place where summer’s luscious produce is hitting its zenith, despite
the stores beginning to put out their fall and Thanksgiving goods, I happened to notice
an odd occurrence when stopping by the local grocery store.

I ran in the store in order to pick up a few things the other day and grabbed one
of the colorful bell peppers stacked ever so neatly on the grocery store’s produce shelf.

I usually prefer the red, yellow or orange varieties over the innocuous green ones as
they taste no different but add a splash of color to whatever one is preparing.

Once home, as I was putting away the groceries, I pulled out my bell pepper.
I looked at the tag stuck to the pepper, reading to see if my bell pepper came from
either Florida or California…all the while secretly hoping it would read Georgia.
It’s that time of the season you know here in Georgia—when gardens are now fully bearing
their long-anticipated fruits of a farmers labor.

Yet I am well aware that our Nation’s produce belts lie in our more temperate climate states…
States such as California and Florida…for various fruits and vegetables and places like
Nebraska or Iowa for corn.

However, imagine my surprise when I read that my beautiful bright colored pepper hailed from none
of the aforementioned states but was actually born and raised in Holland.

The last place I think of when I think of something like a bell pepper is Holland…as in this
low land, country is known for several other things besides bell peppers.
Beer yes, peppers no.

If I still had a garden, this is the time when my own peppers were coming into their own.
Would it not make more sense to have a pepper from right here in Georgia…
since this is our time of year for the likes of produce such as peppers???

Instead I picked a pepper, not a peck of peppers mind you, that had to actually come to me
via a cargo container…and yet despite an arduous journey from the land of canals and windmills
over the Atlantic Ocean, a beautiful orange pepper arrives at my grocery store…
looking pretty as the day it was most likely plucked.

Makes me wonder as to how this pepper has stood up so well during its travels from Holland
to my fridge here in Georgia.

And so yes, it may not be convenient for me to trek out to the local farmer’s market–
getting grocery items at the grocery store and produce items at the produce market and then
butcher goods from a local butcher (of which we no longer have in our smaller community)
I just might want to rethink my shopping habits as I would prefer a fresh locally grown
pepper as to this lovely trans Atlantic pepper.

And nothing against Holland nor this beautiful pepper…but I do prefer local when I can find it.

There are things that each country does well—think Chocolate form Belgium, Beer and sausages from Germany, olive oil from Italy, Spain and Greece…along with olives…
think wines from France, Italy, Portugal and yes, California…

We all have something that is indicative to each of our home nations…
products that we do well…and it should be noted that some nations have been
doing what it is they do now for centuries…

But when it comes to summer produce…well, I kind of prefer mine to grown a bit closer to home…
because Heavens knows that here in the South, we are in the height of the season…

Makes me think about my own seasonal worth and productivity…
that of my own exports and imports…

What has God labored over within me that is now ready for harvest…

And once harvested, it’s time to share…

“However great our efforts, we cannot change ourselves.
Only God can get to the bottom of our defects, and our limitations in the field of love;
only he has sufficient mastery over our hearts for that.
If we realize that we will save ourselves a great deal of discouragement and fruitless struggle.
We do not have to become saints by our own power;
we have to learn how to let God make us into saints.
That does not mean, of course, that we don’t have to make any effort…
We should fight, not to attain holiness as a result of our own efforts,
but to let God act in us without our putting up any resistance against him;
we should fight to open ourselves as fully as possible to his grace, which sanctifies us.”

Fr. Jacques Philippe, p. 14-5
An Excerpt From
In the School of the Holy Spirit

19 comments on “imports and exports

  1. David says:

    Interesting one Julie. I will have to check the peppers in our local supermarket. Right at the moment they are still managing to sell strawberries and raspberries grown right here in Herefordshire. I do wonder if the fruit travels from Herefordshire to some distant depot and then back again to the stores.

    Love the excerpt from Fr. Jacques Philippe

    • not that I mind a Dutch pepper David—it just seems not to make a whole lot of sense given the bountiful plethora we have here right now…but the post just evolved from having read Fr Jacques Philippe’s words…
      Now I’d like some of your strawberries right about now πŸ™‚

  2. atimetoshare.me says:

    I have yet to try vegetable gardening. I prefer getting my veggies from the local store or farmer’s market. It really is funny to imagine a single bell pepper traveling such great lengths to wind up in your refrigerator.

  3. Reblogged this on Talmidimblogging and commented:
    Excellent post!! πŸ™‚

  4. hatrack4 says:

    Now I understand the news feeds. The Trump-hating news mentioned that the trade war was hurting farmers. Not ours, but the farmers in Holland. Now, it makes sense.

    If you want to see the best of Holland, go in April or early May (10th at the latest). Find a church steeple or somewhere in the countryside where you can get elevation. Then look at the majestic checkboard of tulips in bloom. Yes, they had fresh peppers at the market, but I never knew they exported.

    • tulips yes…but peppers?!
      Now granted I was once in Bruges, Belgium and delightfully wandered through a local farmers market…marveling at all the lucious produce…and there have been so many times that I have wished for some Italian artichokes or Belgium white asparagus—but sadly to ship such is not always possible nor practical as we then introduce freezing or persevatives to such levels that things look like they were picked hours ago verses upwards of a week or more—but I would think we could have fresh Georgia peppers while they’re busy coming in to their own…
      just crazy how it all works really.
      However, I would love to see Holland in the Spring!
      I hear it is gorgeous!

  5. I’m convinced that you can make any subject interesting and profound, dear Julie! Wonderful thought here about our lives! I pray mine produces a good harvest!! πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

  6. Dawn Marie says:

    I love Fr. Jacques Philippe! And I adore how you wove him beautifully into your reflection. Im off to the Farmer’s Market where I shall ponder over what you wrote – and hopefully I shall find a bell pepper to bring home of my own! HUGS!

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