It
was a happy day, my Mama and Papa had come to visit. The grandchildren were excited;
they knew their Grandma brought them something. Grandpa looked better then last
time; his heart had been acting up.
We
have a project for Grandma, my son Mike had planter’s wart on his foot. She got
out the biggest roosting pan out of the pantry, so he could soak his foot in
warm water till it was soft, then she asked for my biggest darning needle. Her
operation began; she proceeded to dig the wart out of his foot.
We
spent a couple of hours in the flower beds and garden. I have always experience
aspiring feelings of wonderment when I look at the garden flowers that come out
every spring.
It
makes you glad you’re alive and can enjoy it.
By G. Brethorst
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