The cucumbers did indeed stay sweet all the way to the end - but it was sad to take out the worn out plants today (between conference sessions).
JoAnn was so moved by the experience, she penned her thoughts in a poem.
"We planted cucumbers in pots so small
And watched them grow very tall.
With sun, rain, water and God's tender care,
We picked our first cucumber in early July,
And each day brought more as the Summer did fly.
Fresh, juicy, crunchy, delicious to the taste,
We enjoyed every bite, none went to waste.
As the Summer ended we had picked 40 or more!
It was a Mission Blessing - that's for sure!"
