Potato Time Grandpa picked up the phone and called around. He wondered if anyone was interested in helping him dig up his potatoes ? He knew that everyone was busy. If they couldn’t come, he would just take his time or try for another day. . . sometime before …
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: 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 …
“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 …
