Gifts from the garden

There is something beautiful in what comes from the garden. You put a seed or a tiny plant in ordinary dirt, add water, and you get color and flavor and something good for you to eat. I should have put a ruler in the picture, because the tomato and the onion are huge. The poor (squash whose name I cannot spell) almost got cut out of the picture altogether. They will write of me someday "She couldn't spell and didn't cook, but she made beautiful quilts". Where was I?

Oh, yes...the second picture shows the two B's washing and stemming the grapes, while the farmer is crushing them through a sieve to collect the juice in the large pot. He ordered the equipment you need to make wine, and it arrived the other day. When he has time to make the wine, I will take pictures for you.

Grandpa K. remains in the hospital after surgery two days ago. It is strange to be on the receiving end of medical care. After a setback with low oxygen Wed. night, he seems to be making progress, and is getting to eat. Hooray! I did postpone my trip to visit Mom. It seemed wrong to be gone out of town. One thing at a time. Now I have the moral decision...do I work at the clinic today since I am in town, or do I work at the quilt shop? I will let the clinic know they can page me if they need me...sigh. I have layers of responsibility, and only one me. It keeps life interesting, but not predictable.

I know you have the same delicate balance. I think of you often. Someday we will sit around the fire and drink the wine together!

Love, Marmee