If you feel something wonderfully warm, if you hear something stretch within itself, it’s my squash. ❤️ ❤️
In the North we grew so much squash everyone would come to church with grocery bags full of the stuff. We would look at each others’ bags and try to give it away to someone, anyone! This is the first time in 19 years, since we’ve lived down here, that I’ve been able to grow squash.
We shall see if it can stretch itself into yummyhood before squirrel, opossum, coon, humidity, mysterious phenomenon or Act of God takes it out. We shall see. Artists are forever optimists.
Oh, the beauty with which God has surrounded us! Thank you, Lord!!
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