Wendell Berry, Sabbath Poems: 1979, II

The mind that comes to rest is tended
In ways that it cannot intend:
Is borne, preserved and comprehended
By what it cannot comprehend.

Your Sabbath, Lord, thus keeps us by
Your will, not ours. And it is fit
Our only choice should be to die
Into that rest, or out of it.

8.17.2010

Blueberry Awesomeness



To celebrate our return, what we learned on the farm, and thank my parents for their support, we cooked a huge dinner to celebrate! We bought most of our goodies from the Midland farmers market - it's finally tomato season!!! Yum.

Here was the menu :)

Homemade Farmer's Bread (here's the recipe)
Pork Shoulder with Peach Sauce (local pork, the cut was ironically a Boston Butt)
Purple, Yellow & Green Bean Medley with citrus sauce and candied pecans
Creamed Corn (Tennessee style with Peaches and Cream Fresh Corn)
And finally, a Blueberry Almond Honey Tart (made with honey from our first farm)
We also opened the meal with a silent Quaker prayer we practiced on the farm in Minnesota; a splendid way to start a meal!

So good to make fine food from scratch and celebrate together!

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