|An abundant harvest from our little apple orchard!|
Rain this morning -- the kind the Irish call a "soft rain," gentle, soaking in, erasing the brown with a green wash, a rest for the soul.
I've been harvesting our apple trees which are heavy this year with a bumper crop. Is it the bees? They were busy pollinating in the Spring and now we reap the reward: twenty jars of apple sauce in the freezer, apple pies and apple crisp and sauteed apples with pork. And that's only from one tree, an early variety. Ah...how do I love thee, beautiful apples? Let me count the ways! Check out my Gramma blog for two recipes for apple crisp. And if you're in the neighborhood, drop in at Camp Kreitzer for a sample.
The dinosaur we bought our grandson at a thrift store greeted me this morning when I came downstairs. He is banished from our grandson's house because his sister hates the noise he makes when he roars. I think he will become the "stalking dinosaur." I'll hide him in a different place whenever they come and invite little Max, who loves him dearly, to look for him. Perhaps that will make his loss easier. I told him the dog needs a companion and the dog is actually interested when the dinosaur is walking and roaring -- no wimp that dog!
Makes me long for another walk in the woods, but today is not the day. Perhaps I'll put on some old clothes and my rubber shoes and pull weeds in the garden with raindrops falling on and around me. And while I do I can think of Baptism and God's generous outpouring of grace.
Thank you for this beautiful Monday morning, Lord. Help me to use this day well.