In the garden.

It's the perfect summer morning ritual.

Wake up, throw my glasses on, and hope the neighbors aren't watching as I trudge barefoot in my pajamas through the dewy grass to check on the garden. What we hoped would yield "just one tomato" (our expectations were a little low for the first time around) has become a veritable jungle of roots and vines and, most recently, fruits.

{These pictures taken early this morning.}

I lift up the net and separate some of the vines in hopes of finding new growth. This morning alone, I picked no less than 5 pounds of yellow squash - and it's still very early in the season. God's hand is so evident in this incredible growth. All we do is water and wait; He does the rest.

I must say, there is nothing like shopping from your own garden in the morning, and serving it up for lunch just a few hours later.

Delectable.