Up here the winds have already brought morning frosts. As I watched my husband scrape ice off the windshield of his truck before he could drive to work my heart was sighing "Not yet, please, this is too soon, I'm not ready." Prepared or not, the seasons change.
The time for growing things in the garden is past, but I ask you to ponder with me what exactly we were producing.
What do you think these tomatoes are pretending to be?
Have an idea?
Let me make it easier....Now I dare you to tell me that our Creator God doesn't have a very strange sense of humour. After all, we are created in His image, so doesn't that make Him pleasantly disturbed also?
Stop by Duane's Scribing the Journey for more random fun.