It was 6:30 a.m. when I rolled out of bed and walked over to my favorite window to pray for the day. I hadn't been up this early in awhile, and when I looked out the window, I saw something I seldom see.
The backyard seemed to be in a shadow, but the peach tree was glowing with a warm light. It looked beautiful, even though it has been braving a drought. We've had no rain for endless months.
I found my camera and stepped outside. After about 10 pictures of the peach tree I returned to my praying post and tried not to get distracted.
Here is a before and after picture of my GROWING vegetable garden. I have peppers, zuchini (about 5 inches long now) and tomatoes (the first one turned red yesterday)
One pepper bush has been doing exceptionally well. At least 15 skinny little lime green peppers dangled from the vine a few days ago. Ah...finally....one of them I turned bright red. I plucked it off, rinsed it, and bit into it.
Dylan watched me prancing around the kitchen. I filled a glass with water.
"Drink milk, mom." he said nonchalantly. He had one eye on the computer and one eye on me. I was panting by this time.
My husband walked in. "What's going on?"
"I bit into a pepper! Why did God make these so hot? He must have a sense of humor."
"...it can't be that hot," my husband said. "You're just not accustomed to spicy foods."
He'll change his mind about that! I'm going to spike his spaghetti with one of these!