Today, I am thankful for watermelon babies.
Yellow melon flowers
Crawl beneath the withered peach trees;
A date palm throws its heavy fronds of steel
Against the scoured metallic sky.
~John Gould Fletcher (1886-1950)
As I inspect the creeping watermelon vines, I find a few baby melons amid the hardy greenery and fragile, gold-hued blossoms. If I didn't know better, I might mistake the vines, blossoms and fruit for zucchini.
I'm quite relieved to see the fruit. Now, I must wait several weeks before I can reap what I have sown. I'm praying for a bountiful harvest - tomatoes, peppers, herbs, mint and watermelon.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
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