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Orthodox Christian, widowed in 2015; mother, grandmother. Love to read, garden, cook, write letters and a hundred other home-making activities. View all posts by GretchenJoanna →

A berry pie to celebrate summer.

July 29, 2024food and cooking, friends, pieCrockett JohnsonGretchenJoanna

When July came into view, it occurred to me that pies naturally flow from the season of summer, with its many ripening fruits, and picnics. I don’t recall ever eating pie at a picnic (unless it was a savory pie such as a pastie), but surely I’ve seen a picture in a book of such a spread…? It wasn’t from Harold and the Purple Crayon, I know that, but his is the only pie picnic I can discover at the moment.

Well, that’s how my mind ran, setting off from summertime, and how it began to spin this thread that resulted in me baking a pie last week. I didn’t use fresh fruit, but rather frozen berries, because I ended up combining it with the tradition of always baking a berry pie for my late husband’s birthday, when he was still around to eat them, and several times since.

And I didn’t take it outdoors for a picnic, but ate it with my friends Mr. and Mrs. Bread, who had helped celebrate Mr. Glad’s last birthday on this earth exactly ten years ago. That was the sweetest part. And the crust of my pie didn’t flop!

Night breathes a lullaby.

July 26, 2024nature, poetryevening, Louisa May Alcott, summerGretchenJoanna

LULLABY

Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother’s breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.

Now the glowworms glance,
Now the fireflies dance,
Under fern-boughs green and high;
And the western breeze
To the forest trees
Chants a tuneful lullaby.

Now ‘mid shadows deep
Falls blessed sleep,
Like dew from the summer sky;
And the whole earth dreams,
In the moon’s soft beams,
While night breathes a lullaby.

Now, birdlings, rest,
In your wind-rocked nest,
Unscared by the owl’s shrill cry;
For with folded wings
Little Brier swings,
And singeth your lullaby.

-Louisa May Alcott

Mother and daughter: boundless.

July 24, 2024prayer, quotes, saintsAbba AgathonGretchenJoanna

“Prayer… by its action it is the reconciliation of man with God, the mother and daughter of tears, a bridge for crossing temptations, a wall of protection from afflictions, a crushing of conflicts, boundless activity, the spring of virtues, the source of spiritual gifts, invisible progress, food of the soul, the enlightening of the mind, an axe for despair, a demonstration of hope, the release from sorrow.”

-St. Abba Agathon

“Abba Agathon was trained in the Thebaid by Abba Poemen when he was a young man. According to the Sayings of the Desert Fathers, he was highly regarded by Poemen, who called him ‘Abba’ (father) even though Agathon was still young. He was known for his exceptional meekness, accounting himself the most sinful of all men. He was a disciple of Abba Lot.

“Abba Agathon lived in Scetis with Alexander and Zoilus, who were later disciples of Arsenius. He moved after the destruction of Scetis and lived near Troe close to the Nile with his disciple Abraham. It was said of Abba Agathon that he often travelled taking nothing but his knife for making wicker-baskets. He, even in old age, provided everything he needed for himself by manual labor. The abba is said to have even lived for three consecutive years with a stone in his mouth to help himself learn silence and abstinence from speech.

“At his death, Abba Agathon remained for three days with his eyes open. The brothers asked him where he was, and he replied saying that he was at the Judgement Seat of God. When his disciples asked him if he was afraid, he said, ‘Until this moment, I have done my utmost to keep the commandments of God. But I am a man; how should I know if my deeds are acceptable to God?’ When they questioned him more, he said, ‘Truly the judgement of God is not that of man.’ Dorotheus of Gaza twice quotes the final words of Abba Agathon in his exhortations to his monks.