Don't look now, but I'm blogging again. Up at 5, blanched and peeled peaches (big BC freestone-type -- the stones may be "free" but oh boy, the peel wasn't) and put together a Dutch oven full of ingredients and made six pint jars of Peach and Raisin Chutney. The jars all sealed. There was a spoonful left over for me to enjoy with my lunch. Jars are cooling on a rack in the kitchen. Contentment.
I bought a half-case (allegedly, 10 pounds, but I think the fruit merchant was a bit generous in his measures) while I was at the downtown market in Prairie Metropolis on Saturday. A full case was beyond me, I knew, in part because I was coming and going by bus. As it was, I "blessed" the ones I had purchased before I finished wrastling them home. I've eaten several "in the hand" -- and there's enough left still for at least a generous peach pie and something else, not sure what.
I'm in the "crack" between two ministerial assignments -- finished my happy summer stint with the parishioners in Intensely Orange -- Sundays only, one service, a 400 km round-trip drive through prime agricultural country as well as a small national park, so I had at least a glimpse of Bison bison athabascae once a week -- and on the last Sunday at different points along the way I saw FIVE moose -- and at least three vast flocks of snow geese resting and fuelling up for migration among the stubble. I'd seen snow geese before, back East on the St. Lawrence, but never on the western flyway.
Pretty rich stubble this season too. My summer congregation were, um, agriculturalists, and as we got on from August into September they began to smile very, very cautiously and mutter, "she...doesn't look too bad, this year..." This unemphatic perspective translates into newspaper headlines about "Best Yields EVER"... wheat, barley, and canola... I kept saying to myself, "There IS corn in Egypt yet..." Must be irretrievably carnal-minded, I guess, but nothing improves a vista like the visible presence of (potential) GRUB spread over it.
So now it's time to get dug into St. Leroy's, here in town, half-time, while their Rector has parental leave. The trick will be giving an honest half-time's worth of work AND NO MORE. Still juggling that in my own head. I'll see what the lay leadership thinks about priorities and necessities.
All this--and reading, and reading, and reading. Working on understanding my OWN priorities and necessities. I seem to have been doing that for a very very long time.