More on the Farm

Just yesterday, my 6 year-old said to me, "Mom, do you remember when we went to that Great Great Great Great Grandma's house?" I thought for a moment and asked, "The one with the peas?" And she said, "Yeah, the one with the peas...when are we going to visit her again?"

Ahhh...it is so sweet to me. I think it was 2 summers ago already when we stopped to visit Grandma Nola on a trip up north. While we were chatting, she mentioned that she needed to get out and pick her beans. I jumped right up and said, "I'll do it!" Katie traipsed out with me and insisted on helping. We finished the beans and went on to the peas. Grandma sent a pail of "spoils" along with us to share with my dad. Katie ate most of them right out of the bucket on the drive back to Grandpa Steve's house.

After the many, many hours I spent in Grandma Nola's gardens over the years, it was deeply touching that my daughter had an opportunity to pick vegetables in the little garden that she (in her 80's) still keeps.