I should have harvested my sweetgrass weeks ago. Nature waits for no one and I almost waited too long.
It was beautiful down by the pond and extremely peaceful. Harvesting sweetgrass is a type of meditation. Every strand must be cut individually. It keeps a person focused yet you can also be reflective.
I made several jars of grape jelly and a batch of wine. The grapes were picked at the home of a good friend. She also made a fabulous eggplant parmesan.