Saturday, July 25, 2015
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Pickled Beets
After a few hours of satisfying labor, we have sixteen pints of mid-summer in a jar. I don't enjoy the usual sugar and spice with pickled beets, so I leave them unsweetened and season them with garlic and herbs.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you all the beauty and bounty of mid-summer, and the joy of satisfying labor.
Friday, July 03, 2015
Golden Afternoon
The day was ideal... blue skies, warm air, soft breeze. My sons had hiked out to the woods to check the blackberry bramble for ripe berries. Mabel and I decided to take a long ramble ourselves.
Nothing eases body and mind like walking beneath a green roof of leaves through patches of golden light. We heard the boys before we saw them.
We walked amid daisies, black eyed Susan's, and St John's Wort, which is reputed to lift depression in the form of tinctures and other preparations. Perhaps there is also value in merely walking amid yellow flowers in a green field beneath a blue sky.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy and peace.
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