The cycles of life and the passage of time are illustrated so well in the keeping of a garden. Grandpa keeps one faithfully every year although most of the food is given away. Children are fascinated that the food they eat grows under the ground. Harvesting potatoes is very much …
We have given away bushels of peaches. Even though the trees were trimmed in the spring, thinned when the peaches were little and green, the harvest was unexpectedly generous. The first thing I made with the peaches was a pie for Grandpa. Peach Pies are his favorite pies. I made …
FATHER by Frances Frost My father’s face is brown with sun, his body tall and limber. His hands are gentle with beast or child and strong as hardwood timber. My father’s eyes are the colors of sky, clear blue or gray as rain: They change with the swinging change …
journal entry: I have long had a favorite poem. It is titled Red Geraniums by Martha Haskell Clark. In its three verses is found a precious reminder. That reminder is to be thankful for everything, learn to enjoy simple things and see the spiritual in whatever comes. Watching my family harvesting potatoes …
journal entry: Grandpa likes to leave the pumpkins on their vines until the last possible moment. This year, the weather stayed warm well into November but the pumpkins were ready in late September. The Grandchildren keep track of the pumpkins and pick out their favorites. When it is time, …
journal entry: So many stories can be told through the observation of work. Our grandchildren who live nearby have come to love Grandpa’s garden and the many things that grow in it. The summer is gone and so are the peas and the peaches and the apples and the …
The Pumpkins Are Ready ! At our house that means many things. Sharp tools. Grandpa’s gloves. Stacking and sorting. Jumping over. Laying on. Choosing. Lining up. Re-arranging. Counting and counting again. Pumpkins are best harvested by children. They see magic in every single shape, color …
“There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now, in October.” -Nathaniel Hawthorne- journal entry: Grandpa likes to wait for help. This kind of help. He thinks that harvesting from the garden or the …
“Come ye thankful people come. Sing the song of harvest home. All is safely gathered in. Ere the winter storms begin.” -Thanksgiving Hymn- journal entry: In October everything is beautiful. It is cool but not cold. It rains but doesn’t snow . . . much. The garden is overgrown. Leaves …
