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Thankful Thursday - A New Baby?

Hi and welcome everyone to Thankful Thursday. Some of you have been participating in Thankful Thursday for quite some time. You may remember that in March I wrote a Thankful Thursday post about a new garden.

You might recall we changed our backyard landscape from grass to a vegetable garden on the left and a flower garden on the right side of the yard. So why is a garden significant? I left the Corporate world of banking a few years ago. Prior to that I was a driven, wanna be, yuppie. Never, in a million years, would I have thought of myself as a stay-at-home mom, planting a garden, ironing clothes, cooking, cleaning and enjoying it. No…. LOVING IT!

The Lord, my Father, has been so very kind to me. He showed me a life I didn’t know I could have.

To date, the tiny garden has produced a couple of zucchini and a single artichoke. But look what I found when I returned home following the She Speaks Conference.

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This is Mega-Zucchini. I pulled it out of the garden and held it like it was a newborn baby. I felt as though I had birthed the thing through careful tending and TLC. I couldn’t help but to find a baby cap and draw the eyes. This is my daughter, Caitie, holding the newest addition.

Okay, y’all (can you tell I’ve been down south?) I am not obsessed over zucchini. I do plan to slice and dice and serve it with pasta.

I am so very thankful to enjoy this simple yet wonderful experience of growing and harvesting. I am thankful to the Lord above.

I have veggies commin’ out of my ears now. I wish y’all lived close because I would be brining you some today. In stead, please let me send you a hug (((((you))))) and know this. A slightly zany gardener and daughter of the Lord loves you just because you are His.

Count your blessings. Name them one-by-one! Count your many blessings see what God has done.

Be Blessed, Lynn

I need zucchini recipies! Please

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