I ripped with abandon. Away with this evidence of my brown thumb! Be done miserable failure!
Alas... I should have known that crinkly, crunchy, yellow-brown leaves don't always mean the plant has given up the ghost. While untangling the severed end of a vine from the weeds around it, I discovered two fuzzy potential melons.
Words cannot express my horror upon seeing what I had done, but there was no repairing the damage.
Thankfully, God blesses even the brownest thumbs with bounty. Our peach tree produced fruit for the very first time this year... sweet, dripping-down-your-chin-juicy peaches.
With one Peach Upside Down Cake already on the hips... I know this will be a flavorful winter. Mmmm-mmm-mmmm!
...that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God. Ecclesiastes 3:13
2 comments:
I understand the brown thumb.
We had a garden this year. Only got butternut squash. Alot of squash.
Nobody in the house likes butternut squash. All I wanted were a few tomatoes.
Oh Cori - that sooo makes me laugh! Must be something in our genes, huh?
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