I’ve never done a lot of pickling or canning ………. but my mama did. Every summer she would preserve some vegetables or fruit of some sort. Her pear preserves were probably my favorite. My least favorite? Dill pickles ……….
I will concede that it’s not really the cucumbers that I hate. It’s the dill……… I absolutely hate the flavor of dill. It took me years to discover it, but if dill is used as a spice on any dish I taste, I won’t like it.
Sorry to all the dill lovers of the world ……….
Psalm 92:12-15 (ESV)
12 The righteous flourish like the palm tree
and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
13 They are planted in the house of the Lord;
they flourish in the courts of our God.
14 They still bear fruit in old age;
they are ever full of sap and green,
15 to declare that the Lord is upright;
he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
One of the most spectacular aspects of spring is to observe all of the vegetation return to green. The trees, the grass …….. all of the plants in the fields. They each have their own shades of green. It’s a beautiful transition after so many months of brown and grey.
When I read this psalm, I am encouraged. I am reminded again that because of God, I am always green. Never brown, never dull, never useless. Always flourishing, always bearing fruit, always full of life.
My mug is ready and hot, so it’s off to work I go. Here’s to a glorious, green spring day! Mugs up!