I know it’s been
a while since our last Hon-E-Mail.
Let’s just say it’s been a long hot
summer and leave it at that.
We did want to
invite you to our annual
Christmas at Honey Rock, Saturday,
Dec. 3rd. 10 am to 3 pm.
We’ll have refreshments, gift and
decorating ideas, and us. For
information call 984-0954. Try to
come if you can and bring friends!
Hope you have a
wonderful Thanksgiving. We’re fixing
a local meal with veggies fresh and
preserved from our garden and bread
and eggs from last week’s Maryville
Farmers Market. We’re also blessed
to have Thanksgiving trout from our
fisherman friend Tom S.
In closing we’d
like to share this sweet
Thanksgiving poem I found tucked
away in my files. We hope to see you
the 3rd. Until then
enjoy!
Garden
Meditation
Let us give
thanks for a bounty of people.
For children who
are our second planting, and through
they grow like weeds and the wind
too soon blows them away,
may they forgive
us our cultivation and fondly
remember where their roots are.
Let us give
thanks:
For generous
friends…with hearts…and smiles as
bright as their blossoms;
For feisty
friends, as tart as apples;
For continuous
friends, who, like scallions and
cucumbers, keep reminding us that
we’ve had them;
For crotchety
friends, sour as rhubarb and as
indestructible;
For handsome
friends, who are as gorgeous as
eggplants and as elegant as a row of
corn, and the
others, as plain
as potatoes and so good for you;
For funny
friends, who are as silly as
Brussels sprouts and as amusing as
Jerusalem artichokes;
And serious
friends as unpretentious as
cabbages, as subtle as summer
squash, as persistent as parsley,
as delightful as
dill, as endless as zucchini and
who, like parsnips, can be counted
on to see you through the winter;
For old friends,
nodding like sunflowers in the
eveningtime and young friends coming
on as fast as radishes;
For loving
friends, who wind around us like
tendrils and hold us, despite our
blights, wilts and witherings;
And finally, for
those friends now gone, like gardens
past that have been harvested, but
who fed us in their times that we
might have life thereafter.
For all these we give thanks.
Rev. Max Coots