I’ve been vegetable gardening for a few years now, but still consider myself a novice. So when my backyard bed overflows with food, I shake my head in disbelief. My pole beans just keep on a-comin’!
Here’s part of this morning’s bounty~
Before harvesting my next batch, I stopped for a coffee break and a little breakfast. Last night’s blackberry cobbler suffices for a morning meal, right? To my dismay, the only coffee beans I had on hand were a dark roast which neither Jim or I prefer. Fortunately, I knew some of my colleagues would enjoy this blend, so I ground up the beans to take to the office this morning for a little coffee bean treat.
But what’s cobbler without coffee? I ignored my dirt smudged hands and crazy morning hair and jumped in the car to a favorite drive-thru. I ordered my usual, reached out the window with my money, and received an unexpected gift. “Your order is paid for,” remarked the cashier. “The woman ahead of you took care of it.”
This is the second time this has happened to me this year. My eyes were misty as I waved to this generous person and yelled thank you. I told her I should have ordered more! She and I shared a good laugh before we went our separate ways.
I’m writing this quickly, without editing and re-writes, (which is probably quite obvious) because I want to share about tender, little, loving things. Once again, our daily headline news brings a wrench to the gut and extreme disappointment.
Today I choose to bring joy.