Greetings, gentle readers, and Happy Thanksgiving! Today we have our feast, but before I go once more into the traditional Thanksgiving food breach, I’m taking a moment celebrate the End of Harvest and to truly give thanks to my yard and garden for the joy it brought to my life this summer and abundance of herbs and vegetables it gave me to preserve and enjoy all winter long as well.
I’m thankful for bounty: This summer, my Sweet 100 cherry tomato vine tried to take over Stately Salrin Manor altogether – I was literally picking tomatoes through my kitchen window and had to cut the vine back so it would stop trying to grow its way into my house via my back door. It yielded THOUSANDS of bright, delicious little fruits, most of which I either canned as marinara sauce and salsa or froze for use in chili and other recipes.
I’m thankful for variety and raw materials: My new herb garden this year provided me with an entire cabinet full of botanicals that I can use to season my food, work a little magic, or craft medicines from. I’ve already helped to nip my husband’s first nasty cold of the year in the bud with a bee balm-infused oxymel, and I’ve made several gifts of herb and spice blends to friends for reasons both culinary and spiritual.
And lastly, I’m thankful for beauty: This view, people…enough said. The same vista gives me a different show every day, and I never, ever get tired of it.
To seal my little Thanksgiving ritual, I’m taking a glass of sparkling apple cider out to my garden, where I’ll close with two Pagan prayers from Patti Wigington at Thoughtco:
It is the end of harvest, the last days of summer,
and the cold nights wait on the other side of us.
The bounty of our labor, the abundance of the harvest,
the success of the hunt, all lies before us.
We thank the earth for all it has given us this season,
and yet we look forward to winter,
a time of sacred darkness.
Summer is gone, winter is coming.
We have planted and
we have watched the garden grow,
we have weeded,
and we have gathered the harvest.
Now it is at its end.
Corn has been shucked,
grain has been threshed,
herbs have been hung to dry,
Grapes have been pressed,
potatoes have been dug,
beans have been shelled and canned.
It is the harvest season,
and food is ready for winter.
We will eat, and we will live,
and we will be grateful.
Blessed Samhain and Happy Thanksgiving, gentle readers! Don’t forget to join us in the Half-Assed Circle on Facebook! See you next week!