Monday, November 8, 2010
I was slicing some tomatoes for a salad. At that same moment I went back in time sitting in my grandfather's garden. Oh, he was so proud of his masterpiece. This was a collaboration in the highest sense. He knew it was the Lord who blessed his efforts. Every year something new would be added. Family and neighbors were always the recipients of his bounty. Anyway, I could recall the unique flavor of a plump, juicy, red tomato. This was pure bliss and redefined the meaning of fresh. I don't know why memories like this come flooding back when you least expect them. But as I ate my salad that day, I could not help but have a smile on my face. I thought of my grandfather. I'm sure he is on the gardening team in heaven and having a blast.
Posted by Barb Hodges at 11:05 AM