Grandma’s Farming

Skies are blue.
Sun’s shining.
Wind is calm.
The soil is lightly moist: its texture a fine crumb.
Seeds are pushing up in tiny green rows.

What a beautiful day to be farming!

Coffee brewing.
Two little kids are upstairs sleeping.
Dirty dishes in the sink.
Rugs need vacuuming; floor needs mopping.
Alissa and her boys will be here soon.

What a beautiful day to be a farming grandma.

The crew is arriving.
I gotta run.
Who am I today? Farming or Grandma?

The day is over.
Grandkids gone.

I’m a’sitting.
Farming.
Grandma.

My poetry teacher never did like my style! Oh, well. The day went quickly. I hope the grandkids had fun. We caught two snakes, four baby sparrows (Noah calls them chickies), and one tiny toad.

Mom picked up her kids for an extended family get-together in the park. Bathed the night before, hair flying, shirt and pants clashing, just up from naps, off they went to the next adventure. A few dollars in their pockets for picking-up branches, watering tomatoes, filling micro trays, planting lisianthus and snapdragons. Tummies full of milk, beef, mashed potatoes and green beans, with nachos for a snack and as-many-as-they-can-eat home-made apple juice popsicles.

“Grandma, can I have a peppermint?”

“Grandma, can I have a granola bar?”

“Grandma, can I have a cheese stick?”

“Grandma, can I have some ice cream?”

“Sure.”

The mess and the wrappers and the dirty floor and the ½ glasses of milk and juice sometimes bugs Grandpa.

Kids growly as bears when they get home sometimes bugs Mom. “What time do they go to bed? Really?”

But you know … that’s what going to Grandma’s and Grandpa’s house on the farm should be about. Outdoors. Freedom. Fun. Sun. Extra snacks. More popsicles! No curfew.

We DID get the trailer loaded with lots of tomato, pepper, and herb plants. Lettuce is washed. Micro and pea shoots cut and bagged. Asparagus cut and bunched. Spinach carefully picked and bagged.

Hill garden weeded. Tomatoes tied. Steel posts stomped into the soft earth. Stock trellised. Gardens tilled. Biodegradable mulch laid. Irrigation hooked up.

It’s all poetry. In motion. Beautiful. Perfect.

See you in the morning!!!!!!!!
Henry & Harriet @ www.Seedtimeandharvest.net