I could just look at sunflowers forever.
OK, I’m ensconced in the hammock digesting dinner. We had some chicken sausage from the market but other than that it was food from our garden or neighbors gardens. Fresh tomatoes, cucumbers and corn. Man, this is a great time of year for the eats.
And we picked plums this morning and My Rebecca is turning those into jam or conserves or something. Everyone is overloaded with fresh produce and scrambling to find homes for it all. Freezing, canning, drying, giving away is the order of the day.
The clouds are moving in and it looks like we will have a rainy weekend. That’s why I thought that I would check out the hammock maybe for one last time. We are all hoping that some of this rain will reach the wildfires in the inland.
I am having an amazing sense of peace today. I know that Father Tom or Padre Tomas is praying up a storm for Our Jennifer and myself, our Commando Team. He is doing a heck of a job.
Might be a good sunset tonight with the new clouds and the smoke from the wildfires. Beautiful evening. There is supposed to be some visual event happening with Mars and the moon tonight, looking like we have two moons. Can I stay up for that?
Well look, it all seems good at the moment. Hope that you have that peaceful feeling also. Thanks for putting up with me. You are a plum of a love, Felipe.
Buenas Dias PFFelipe!
I’ll see your plethora of plums and raise you a cornucopia of tomatoes, apples, zucchini, and cukes. Are you in or out? Ante up! When the grand grands get off the school bus tonight at our house they are organizing into harvesting platoons. The apple gang and the tomato troop will be gathering up another week’s worth of production from this season of Bounty. When their mommies get off their jobs they will swoop in as well and start the soup pots simmering and the fruit grinders awhirling. By nightfall, the cooking will be complete and then the perfectly seasoned, time-tested recipes will slowly cool while the gathered gang eats a hearty farm supper. There’ll be enough time for a coffee, or two, and chit chat reviewing the kiddos first week of school. The washed jars and dozens of zip lock bags will seal and preserve all that goodness for month’s worth of fine eating.
All’s well. Peace continue to be with you my friend,
SF,
PFJ
PFJ ~ “All’s well”, you said it man! Harvesttime a vision of heaven, you bet. Continued peace, PFF.