I have a little vegetable garden in the back yard. There’s nothing like fresh vegetables in the summer time. I grow tomatoes, peppers, peas, and red potatoes. I have flowers too, mostly roses. Sometimes my arthritis in my hands bothers me real bad. But if I get out in the garden, I forget all about it. Time just stands still when I’m in the garden.
I was out there watering my tomatoes one afternoon when my granddaughter Megan came skipping around the side of the house. She had a smile on her face and a handful of purple clover. She came over to me, threw her arms around my legs, and gave me a bear cub hug. Still clinging to me, she looked up and said breathlessly, “Grandma! Evangeline made the clover bloom!”