We place You
On the highest place
For You
Are the great High Priest.
We place You
High above all else
And we come to You
And worship at Your feet.
RAMON PINK / Scripture in Song / 1983
A hard heavy week behind us as we start new and fresh. Sunday.
The bug-ravaged tree collards trimmed down and trimmings saved to propagate. Lots of peppers and cucumbers pickled. My cucumber pickles haven’t been the most awesome this year. Not sure why. Maybe I am overthinking it. A baby melon is growing on this beautiful plant.
Failure. So much failure this week. The crock of pickles mush. Grody to the max. A waste. The huge mortgage lifter tomatoes cracked then the plants tumbled. Weeds all over the place. I couldn’t bear to take a snap of it. But I had to take one of the pickles so I can finally put this experiment to rest. Note to self: stop fermenting cucumbers in a crock. If you are not me, sorry for the gross image.
But the lovely stands firm through the (literally) heavy pickle crock full of mushy failure and the heavy week now behind us….
Some old-fashionedness in my soul is tickled by listening to gospel here in my summertime kitchen – barefoot, standing in my Hawaiian apron, pickling peppers for the winter to come. I root in a heritage I am told I don’t have.
An evening swim under His sky with the gift He gave to me in Eric. Every time we take an evening swim I remember swimming the in the Hawaiian ocean at Salt Pond, watching the nation’s missile defense system test in the skies above us while sharks swam freely around us. Like babes, we just paddled around in His creation and giggled as the sun lowered.
The prospect of propagated tree collards again – rescued from the bugs and the heat, rooted in water, readying for fall planting. If I can pull this off, I will have abundant tree collards to share. They will feed us well in every sense.
Hen snoozes in the sun. His journey before he came to us was long and rough. The scars on his little face may be permanent. I hope it pleases the Lord that this, one of His smallest critters, gets to rest and restore here. We take great joy in this funny little guy – so full of jokes of his own making.
And even though the nasturtiums are withering in the heat, the galangal and turmeric in their midst are thriving.
