Let peace, descending from her native heaven, bid her olives spring amidst the joyful nations; and plenty, in league with commerce, scatter blessings from her copious hand! –Daniel Boone
When I think of the concept of plenty, my mind immediately goes to food. (No surprise.) We are surrounded by agriculture where we live, and I found this crate in front of our natural foods store in town. Grammar Orchards was the name of our local orchards before the owners retired and sold up to the Amish. Seeing it makes me grateful for the abundance of food–and peace–in our neighborhood.