Grace this weekend
Grace. It is a tricky thing. It is a tricky thing to extend to others. It is even trickier to extend to myself. It something I've been working on. After all, my name means "full of grace." In the past few years, especially since my time in South Africa, I've been trying to live into the name that was given to me.
Grace can mean a lot of things. This weekend I experienced it in the rain that keeps pouring from the sky, honest conversation, hugs from my sister, brother-in-law and nephew, the steadfast support from my boyfriend, and in shiny quart jars, freshly canned.
It's been an interesting weekend. This rain has been amazing. We actually have flood warnings, believe it or not. It has been 8 days since I last watered my garden. (That is unheard of in July in Kansas. At this point last year, I was watering them twice a day and still not getting anywhere).
|Arlo, the dog I am watching this weekend watches the rain|
|Who wears sweaters in July?|
|I love summers outside the best|
|I decide to start collecting artisan made ceramic mugs. I bought this one at Bluebird|
|Pressure cooking the beans always freaks me out. But, like most times, it was completely fine.|
My garden is doing so well in this rain. That alone feels like divine grace. And for that, especially, I am grateful.
Canning totals thus far:
pints of green beans: 18
pints of diced tomatoes: 6
quarts of peaches: 7
pints of frozen peaches: 2