These days we are making Molasses. While the work is great, complex, and intense, I am struck by how smoothly it all seems to go. This is our 8th season since reclaiming it in 2004, after a 27 year sleep and a long family tradition prior to that.
This is a process done best in community. People are finding their places in a very grand show. Children play on the edges. Principles tire or need help. Others seamlessly fall in line. And there is often music: bird song, strings, voice. It's all mixed into one: family reunion time, harvest fest, and community gathering to learn and share.
I see gratitude for a process reclaimed and cherished in modern time. And every time we make it, we learn something new.