Every spring, in the big field across the creek, my mom would plant gourds.
She planted bird house gourds, snake gourds and these little two-toned gourds that I don’t know the name of.
I never had room to plant gourds. They are a very vigorous vine that can quickly take over every inch of garden space. She always gave me as many gourds as I wanted though, as we both loved to decorate with them in the fall.
So imagine my surprise when I saw this in my hydrangea bed.
After a couple of weeks, I noticed this.
Gourds are harvested in the fall. My mom passed away last fall. If she planted gourds the spring before her death, I don’t remember seeing them. In fact, I never even thought about these gourds until now.
So how did these little gourds make it to my garden?
She must have planted them this spring in heaven and dropped a seed.
Now we have proof there are gardens in heaven.