When my husband and I bought our house nine years ago, we bought a garden, too. It came with the house – eleven raised beds surrounded by a white picket fence.
Brad couldn’t wait to get planting. Shortly after we moved into our house in July, he drove over to Ace Hardware and picked up a half-dozen packets of pumpkin seeds – Sugar Pie, Jack-Be-Little, Rock Star, their names as enticing as the thought of the orange orbs themselves.
Before long, the seeds sprouted into dozens of pumpkin plants, prickly vines spiraling up fence posts, tendrils stretching to latch onto garden gate, buds bursting into creamy blossoms.
…I’m writing about gardening and faith this month for the Lincoln Journal Star. But before you click over for the rest of the story, can I send hugs and fist bumps and HUGE thanks to all of you for your overwhelming support and encouragement yesterday? The emails, the Facebook comments and Likes, the tweets — I am simply astounded by your generous spirit. You are such wonderful people, and no matter what happens with this whole book shenanigan, I’m grateful I started blogging simply because it means I got to meet YOU!
Now click on over to the Journal Star for the rest of the story about hoeing a long row to faith…
[And don’t forget…if you haven’t entered to win a signed copy of Katrina Kenison’s book The Gift of an Ordinary Day, click over to this post and leave a comment. Today is the last day — two winners will be announced tomorrow!].