Early this morning my hunny went off to work and I snuck out to the garden to get some fresh-air and dirt. I heard one neighbor across the street getting all his camping gear together. I saw another neighbor run by all-ambitious-like (not quite how I run, when I do 😉 ). I got to thinking how we all have different reasons for getting up early – on a Saturday. When you could sleep in and choose not to. I don’t enjoy the act of gardening. I really don’t. What gets me up early then? The promise of food in the future. Fresh and yummy veggies – yup! I’ll get up early for that.
Cherry pickin' conversations tonight….
Nathan (our nephew, age 3) *looking down into the big bowl of cherries that he had just plopped a few into from his belly-hugging perch halfway up the dwarf tree *:
“I’m gonna make a NICE apple pie for dinner!”
Autumn (4 years old):
“I’m glad that Heavenly Father gave me arms to reach for cherries… and fingers to pick cherries and pull them off. … And I’m glad that Heavenly Father made fingers for nail polish.”