This is one of my favorite times of the year, when The Lord blesses our crops and we start to harvest. I love going out to my garden, rolling up the bottom of my shirt and filling it full with all kinds of vegetables. I planted late and most of the things I started in my greenhouse (that my loving husband made for me for our 20th anniversary, love you hun) so I am now just starting to get rewards. Happy Harvesting to you all 🙂
May the Lord bless your lives and harvest thoughout the year.
Pumpkins are growing in our field of hope. I am getting excited and looking for new ones everyday. Each day I find a new green or yellow one. We planted several varieties and several varieties of gourds too. The pumpkins have yellow flowers and the some gourds have a white flower, others have yellow. The pumpkin plants and the whole process amaze me. Each plant has a male and female flower. The female opens only one day and depending on the weather only stays open a certain time. The pumpkin plant sometimes kills off a pumpkin that is weak so the stronger one can grow. Survival of the fittest, lol.
This evening I sat on the back of my SUV parked out beside the pumpkin field, listening to the crickets and the birds as they found their way to their nest to rest for the night. It was a calming visit and gave me time to sit, look around and keep my mind blank for a few minutes. The time was heavenly. Listening to the sky as it fell from evening to dusk, and all of God’s creatures humming along.
It began early this morning, the sound drawing near, as I stood looking at the male flowers opening in the sweet, morning light. Surrounding me, I did not know where the sound was coming from, however I knew what was making the sound.
Buzz, buzz, buzz…
All of a sudden I saw the bees, they were bathed in an orange-yellow substance, almost the color of hornets. They were black bumble bees, covered in the pollen from the male flowers from our pumpkin patch. I immediately went to the house to grab my tripod and camera, knowing I would be later than usual for work but truly amazed and delighted at the opportunity before me.
Again and again the bumble bees took turns going from one flower to the next as if they were swimming in a golden orange pool, dipping and circling around the center of the flower, the stamen. (The stamen is the rod-shaped, pollen-producing part of the flower that protrudes from the center. On a male pumpkin flower, however, what appears to be only one stamen is actually more than one stamen fused together.) It was such a beautiful sight to behold, the bees covered in the pollen, going from one flower to the next, rubbing against the inside, buzzing.
Buzz, buzz, buzz… 🙂
Nothing like the smell of fresh dirt sitting on the bed of a 96 Ford watching my husband run the Kubota tractor plowing up the rich ground for our future dreams and fresh laid plans, planning a nursery, a garden, an orchard, a foundation of fruit, plants, trees, veggies, and a pumpkin patch for this stretch of field or the other. A garden behind the house, full of the Lords glorious bounty, lettuce, zucchini, squash, watermelon, suger peas, okra, red and green bell peppers, carrots, cucumbers, beef steak and cherry tomatoes, corn and radishes. What hope lies within these fields, this acreage, this land? Working the soil with my family, the possibilities are endless. I am such a happy girl, I am truly blessed. We have radishes already 🙂
The 1st annual Carolina Shine Fest in Madison, NC. Images from Saturday, November 21, 2009.
A two-day celebration of the history and heritage of moonshine in the Carolinas.
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