Do you remember when we had a design contest to layout the new garden?
And the winner was dear daughter, the starving college student:
It began a bit on the dry side, with nothing but an idea, some pavers, and alot of dirt.
And it grew into a beautiful courtyard style garden for my morning meditations.
And it grew...
And gave me something beautiful to share with my grandsons,
Who love to pick green beans before their time.
But I don't mind. One son planted zucchini and yellow squash in his section. Another planted green beans on the side. I planted herbs, onions, garlic, peppers, okra and tomatoes along the front row. Dear grandson just watched and waited for something to sprout. We watered every plant till the budget cried "Uncle," then God graciously sent us a rain that magically brought forth abundant fruit . He is good that way, isn't He?
So I broke down and bought a rain barrel to capture some of that magic from heaven.
The garden is finally paying for itself in both produce and therapeutic value.
But this little guy.....
Is working diligently to bring the garden
back to this.....
But we aren't gonna let him. Today my boys had a caterpillar hunt and did unspeakable things to the Hungry, Hungry Caterpillar and his clan.
By the way, did you know that the okra plant made such a beautiful flower?
We shall have a fine gumbo in the pot by the end of the week, with fresh tomatoes, bell pepper, okra, basil, parsley, green onion, garlic, and shrimp. I guess we will have to make a trip to the seafood market to get the fresh catch on Friday morning. Another memory to share with my grandsons! Shopping at the fresh market, picking fresh produce, teaching them how to make a Roux....
Captain Bob style. Sorry Emeril, no two hour gumbo for us. It will simmer all day. And hold the sausage on Friday. We are old school Catholics by choice. Save that sausage for left over chicken in a gumbo when you get tired of red beans and rice on Monday. Mmmmm, mmmmm! Is it only Wednesday?