A moral dilemma, a question of misguided prayer. Will I really burn in Hell forever if I leave the peaches on the tree to possibly be killed by frost tonight? Can I suffer some children somewhere to come and pick them? Deep down my soul’s fermenting at the thought of any waste.
But if I pray for frost am I conflicting in my purpose on this earth? And there’s pesto dependent on the picking of the basil, and the dill needs to be hung and dried. Oh yes, the apples for a pie, I did forget the pretty apples on the neighbor’s goddamn tree. Oh my. I’m so one with nature with the harvest as if to serve the earth is pleasure and every fruit that rots is my own venial sin.
Will I really burn in Hell forever if today I don’t go out and pick the peaches?
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I’m still attempting to fathom that some people are in climates where they anticipate frost this early. I’m discombobulated by the differences in our weather patterns. This morning our house was 70 degrees when I woke up, and I felt great relief that it wasn’t nine degrees warmer, as it’s been many mornings lately. It’s still summer here, and will likely be until around Halloween. But there is a slight change in the feeling of the air, and someone down the road grew a pumpkin patch this year, so when we drive past that, it at least appears that fall can’t be far away.
Children and birds gleaning unharvested fruit. What a prety picture. You not picking all of the bounty before the frost? Human.
Funny, my sister in FL emailed me and pretty much said the same thing about it still seeming like summer and Harvest seeming alien to her now. Now I see why she moved south.
I really hate the idea of wasted food but in checking the peaches down in back, the ones with fifty million tiny but colorful peaches that bend the branches to the ground, I realize that the deer have been eating them since they can easily reach them so that puts my mind at ease.
Oh thank God you didn’t burn in hell!!! I’m guessing you’re still posting from New England 🙂