Okra. Is. Arrested.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. It’s been a few days since I have made an arrest. But I’ve never felt that it’s more appropriate to arrest a vegetable in my life. I was on it.

I didn’t have to think about the arrest. I didn’t have to weigh the pros and cons of the paperwork.

Nope. That okra, all the okra, needed to be arrested. Girl Person’s orders.

That’s right. Since we’ve been at the farm, we have eaten a lot of vegetables. A lot. And Girl Person has had fun picking out vegetables every day. It’s been very convenient. Very tasty, in fact.

Girl Person and Boy Person are vegetarians, actually. So they were in vegetable and fruit heaven here at the farm.

And since they love vegetables so much, they tried some that they normally wouldn’t have picked out. Because they were here. Because they were grown with love. Because they knew that they should like them. After all, you should never be mad at a vegetable.

But what happens when you are a vegetarian and you look upon a vegetable that you tried one time and you were resentful to it?

What happens when you go into a farmers market and you see that vegetable you are mad and resentful at too? And it is just sitting there looking all innocent with all the innocent vegetables?

It begs you to try it again. You had decided long ago that you would not give it another chance. But there you are. Willing to take it back. You take a chance. You take it home.

I saw that okra in the bag. I saw that okra come inside the RV. And I wondered…was she really doing this? Was she giving this vegetable that had scorned her taste buds so long ago another opportunity? She was.

She marinated the okra in vinegar and barbecue sauce. She watched videos on recipes. She looked at recipes. She decided to fry up the okra. And so she tried to cut it. And it was hard. Real hard. She asked Boy Person if okra was supposed to be that hard. He said it sounded like she was Paul Bunyan in the kitchen.

But since Girl Person prides herself on being a good cook, she cooked up the okra. She seasoned it. Sautéed it. Sprinkled some hope on it. And it was still hard. Real hard.

As Girl Person looked at her creation with a glass of wine, the okra looked more attractive. She was more hopeful. But when Boy Person took the first bite? She knew. This was a big mistake. She should have never gave okra another chance. There she was, standing in the kitchen with a big ol plate of bitter disaster.

She thought about what could have went wrong. Wasn’t there people who liked to eat okra? How could they eat this. I knew it was my turn to step up. Okra. Is. Arrested.

But as I started writing my arrest report, and the first one for okra, I posed a question. Did the okra that Girl Person bought ever stand a chance to be tasty? Was it fresh? Or was it older? Was it too big? Yes. And yes. You see, because Girl Person didn’t know how to pick out good okra to start with, how could she expect that it would be anything but tough?

Are we like that with individuals we invite into our lives? Do we expect people to change when they haven’t? Do we expect to make a perfect dish of happiness when it’s impossible? Who are we inviting into our hearts?

Everyone deserves a second chance…if they’ve changed. Old okra can’t change and some people can’t either.

Before you put in a lot of effort, make sure it’s worth it.

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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It’s Stealing Even When No One Sees

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. I’ve really been working overtime lately. I’ve been making a lot of arrests.

We’ve been camping at the farm for a long time now. And when I love a place as much as I do the farm, I feel it is my duty to protect it. Even all the sunflowers. Yes. Call me the sunflower bodyguard.

You see, the farm family here planted fields and fields of sunflowers.

People can come and pay to pick the flowers.

But there is a row of sunflowers that is special. They don’t want those flowers to be picked.

And even though there are fields and fields of flowers, persons come and pick the flowers they aren’t supposed to.

Because then, they don’t pay for them. And they think no one is watching. But they are wrong. I am watching.

The secret is, I’m sure I don’t see everyone who is stealing. And maybe no one else does either. But no matter if someone sees them or not, it’s still stealing.

And I wonder. I have to wonder. Do they know that it’s wrong? Do they know why it is wrong? Do they care?

You see, stealing is more than just taking something that doesn’t belong to you. You’re taking someone’s time. The farm family had to buy the sunflower seeds. Plant them. Water them. Care for them.

The farm family has to pay for their farm. The people that work at their farm.

The farm family has to feed the community. People count on them. The same people that may be stealing the sunflowers.

One action can cause many problems. Problems that may come back to you. So yes. Even if no one can see you steal that sunflower, it’s stealing. And you may be stealing from yourself.

We’ve all made mistakes. Maybe we regret those mistakes. Maybe you have taken something in the past that didn’t belong to you. But leave those actions in the past. Be an example to others. You don’t need a sign to do the right thing.

You don’t need the police to do the right thing.

You need to answer to yourself and do the right thing.

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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