"But she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or gesture that somehow revealed the meaning in common things. She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last. All the strong things of her heart came out in her body, that had been so tireless in serving generous emotions. It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like the founders of early races." ~~ My Antonia by Willa Cather Feeling "the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting" is a feeling I truly enjoy, not just because growing vegetables and flowers brings me a sense of peace, but also because the tending of these plants brings me memories of both my Great-Grandma Rosie and my Grandpa Mike. I have spoken of Rosie's garden in a past post, so I will ...
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