Featured: Peach Cobbler’s Invitation Into Merriment
Five times a year, I share my writing in Cultivating, a lovely publication offered by Cultivating Oaks Press. Each edition is an absolute feast for the soul. Here are the opening few paragraphs of my essay about my family’s annual peach cobbler day for the Summer 2025 edition exploring Merriment. You can read the full version of my article exclusively in the online edition. While you’re there, I hope you will enjoy the thoughtful, deep work of my fellow Cultivators. They are kind, wise, and stay close to Jesus’s side, and they have beautiful words to offer. Enjoy!
On warm summer Saturdays, we Mellemas don brimmed hats and sling roomy tote bags over our shoulders to make the twelve-block walk to our neighborhood’s weekly farmers market. We amble along at a leisurely pace, as our four young children make frequent stops for the important work of ant-hill-examining and flower-admiring.
When we reach our destination, we weave in and out of the white-topped tents and the morning crowd, clutching our youngest one by the hand despite her protestations. Every week we buy a pastry (or three) to share, a bottle of freshly-squeezed fruit juice, a perfectly imperfect vegetable or two to add to our dinner, and a small bouquet of wildflowers for our table.
But for the prized peaches, we must wait.