Mashed potatoes, harvested on this day. Garden fresh tomatoes with green onions that had grown along side. Cool cucumbers off the vine. Bruschetta made with garlic and herbs picked just moments before. The chicken had been marinating in tarragon and rosemary, again grown just metres from our door.
A fine meal brought to the table courtesy of sun, rain, soil and a loving God who created all. This excellent repast gave the pre-meal Grace special meaning today. For all of this, again, I thank you dear God.
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