Overflow

I’m afraid to go out to the garden. There’s too much produce out there—more than we can ever eat or find homes for! The extra-hot summer has been hard on the new trees we planted, but it’s been a boon to the garden. We’re eating big, luscious tomatoes at least a month ahead of schedule, and we’ve got green beans, broccoli, cabbage, cucumbers, and zucchini coming out of our ears.

Hubby says he’s figured out a way to feed the starving and malnourished in this world: squash. We figure that a few zucchini and buttercup seeds will, with some water and a little cultivation, yield enough pounds of squash to feed an entire village. It’s too bad that our Wyoming garden is so far from Africa--from what I hear, there’s a whole lot of folks there who could benefit from our garden’s overflow!

In the meantime, we can always toss the surplus to Petunia, the only one of our cows who appreciates a bit of diversity in her diet.

“My cup overflows with blessings.” --PSALM 23:5b