This is how God speaks to me, by the way. Moses got a burning bush. Isaiah got rockin' visions. I get a still, small voice that says, "Get out of the house, for Me's sake, before you maim someone."
So I got out of the house.
It's one of those sunflowers of the gorgeous packaging- the only one to grow of dozens I planted. All my eggs are in this basket. It better bloom, and it better wait til we get home.
It's also well over six feet tall, so I'm glad the one that chose to grow is right next to the deck, so we'll actually be able to see the top.
The coneflowers are in their prime, and usually playing host to pollinators.
Adelaide joined me outside for the reaping.
"Reaping." That word has such a sinister quality to it, post-Hunger Games, but not to worry. We're just talking about vegetables.
The gourds are really starting to take off, too:
|These 10 Commandments gourds are each bigger than my fist.|
I felt much better after all that. Nothing soothes like gourds, right? I'm pretty sure that's an old Jewish adage. Or something.