…but I’m still not done with the peaches and just feel so guilty because I haven’t been reading more than a page at a time in between.
Since as a woman born of earth and raised a Catholic besides, I can’t in good conscience pray for a killing frost, would you? Please?
NOTE: Gee, just noticed that the fruits, and the peaches in particular, look so pretty with this latest Spinning color theme, no?
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It does go well with the the Spinning theme. I’d pray for a killing frost if I prayed. Sorry!
I’m a lapsed Episcopalian so I’ll help you out Susan. Although I’m not sure you’ll be completely off the hook if it works. Something tells me there’d be some category of sin you’d be guilty of anyway, but jeeze, it’s gotta be worth a few Our Fathers and Hail Marys to be let off the harvesting/canning/etc hook, doesn’t it? Good grief woman, you’ve done your part! 😉
Lisa, I was married in an Episcopalian church so that might help–thank you.
Thanks, Carolyn, but perhaps you could spin around three times while whistling “Autumn Sonata”, bend and pick up a pebble, kiss it and toss it away, and that’ll work too.
Thanks for all these images, which conjur up wonderful memories of my grandparents’ farm. My grandmother did lots of canning and I can remember coming home and doing schoolwork to the sound of jars sealing themselves. They did not make wine in my time, but before I was born they did make Apple Jack.
And there is no reason to feel guilt about not gathering in everything before a frost. God provides us the strength to harvest what we can. If the frost comes before we can harvest everything then what is lost is lost… maybe it is a form of altar sacrifice to give back to God what is his already. …I view the frost as a way God allows both us and the earth a rest from another year of yield and harvest. 🙂
Yes, it seems like there aren’t many of us who do this anymore so we remind people of our “grandmothers.” But so many women work outside the home these days, and my job at least allows me to keep the shop open while I’m in the kitchen working.
Thanks, Josh, for helping to ease my mind. As long as nothing is simply rotting out there–and some can’t be helped like the unripe peaches that the birds ruin (but that’s not really waste if they enjoy it and there’s plenty!)–I’ll just take whatever autumn gives me.