One of the claims of theology that has never lost its power to amaze me is that funky notion that, while we were yet sinners, the Lord of It All went out of his way to give us the gift of life, the universe, and everything. This summer, not far behind the Father Himself comes Mother Nature. I've been neglecting her badly this summer, and yet in spite of it all she spills over with abundant life.
Abundant, but unruly. We've got the oregano gone wild . . .
But just around the corner from the Emperor's new basil is K-daughter's garden box, which is a riot of mellons, quinoa, peppers, and tomatoes. This looks like a mess, but it's really a mosh pit of vegetable revelry.
And peeking in up close: tomatoes! Check 'em out while you can, because they're so delicious they don't last long around here.
Leaving the well-loved enclave of K-daughter-dom, we return to the land of tall grasses of Weedville.