Wednesday, 26 October 2016
The gift that keeps on giving
And then I returned home and picked some more grapes, finding more and more bunches as I foraged within and beneath the vine. A neighbour came by; a young woman who had walked past the vine every day, and noticed a tiny cluster of what she assumed were purple berries. She continued on her way with several bunches in her bag, awed and amazed by her first encounter with freshly picked grapes which were not packaged and sitting in a supermarket.
And all the while, as I walked and marvelled, and especially as I harvested, the words sang within me: all this is gift, sheer gift... Yes indeed, this season of harvests and fiery gold is a gift which just keeps on effortlessly giving...