broccoli

In case that's not the most beautiful head of broccoli you've ever seen in your life, let me impose my biased opinion upon you. There has never been a more beautiful head of broccoli. Matt prayed over it as we he planted it, I drench it every morning, and God gave it all the sunshine it needed. We ate it steamed Tuesday night with baked spaghetti. Delish jellyfish. In case you aren't part of the fifteen million people who know what that means, I linked it for you. You're not welcome.

Hopefully in the future there will be many more heads of broccoli, among other things. See how my new header reflects that I garden? Look, I gardened!