|from the humble beginning as a cucumber....|
Nothing is finer than walking out to your garden and picking the fruit of your own labour. I know this sounds extremely silly, but I have for years -- and the feeling never goes away, I get such satisfaction from knowing that almost everything that I put on the supper table is produce out of love, with these two hands and the knowledge that the good Lord above, has given me. I know that the food that I feed to my family is organic, wholesome, and more nutritious than anything I could ever purchase from the grocery store. It just gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
|....to the delicious dill pickle|