Working from Home

I am taking care of my beautiful little granddaughter Caroline this morning while my wife attends her piano lesson and runs errands.

I loved most of the time my children were growing up but there is something different and precious about my grandchildren.  

There is something so dear about the time I spend with my grandchildren.  As I live out the last half of my life everything is so much more vividly precious.

Every time I walk through the garden I am struck by  the beauty of the beans majestically growing up their supports.  

I am overwhelmed by the early morning dew drops shouting to me from the broadleafed pumpkin vines.

The sungold tomatoes beckoning me with their grapelike trussets, and the Jimmy Nardello peppers beginning to call out  with their organge tint seem sweeter and more delicious with each new summer.

We had zucchini with basil and mushrooms over rice for dinner tonight.  What a joy and blessing to be able to pick fresh produce. Kathy is a very good cook but when you give her fresh vegetables and herbs she pleases the pallette perfectly.

My grandson Sam is here this evening bringing an astounding amount of  energy.  He helps me push the reel mower and so badly wants to do it himself.  He continually believes he can do it alone.