So the grandchildren came over last week. Grandma leaves surprizes around the house for when they come over and they know it. They greet us and they the scour the places they know the little prizes are hidden and pilfer around. They all go home with a little something, a doll, binoculars, a cash register, or cash box…
I went to town to get pizza and cheese bread. Later we load up and head to the Horton Hop for treats. (We let mom and dad worry about bean sprouts and kale juice).
While I am gone for pizza the kids get the wagon out without being told and delight gramps by pulling it around our little two-acre “farm” and harvesting windfall sticks and branches for my fire-ring. I’m delighted to discover a that these little people have filled the wagon upon my return making my “sit-on-the-mower-and-fly-around” habit easier.
Every time I see them they have learned something new. Lalea is a little lady now. Aspen is a lot like granny. Gunnison has a big heart and says “I love you” readily. Denver is Miss Congeniality with her little short pageboy haircut and smiling eyes. Routt Ranger and walking around now. He look a lot like sister Aspen and has some of Denver’s smile.
They are a delightful van full of adorableness and love and I would cherish them even if they didn’t pick up sticks for me.
I hear little voices shouting their love as the van disappears into the arch of trees and climbs the hill west of the farm. Everything is quiet again.
I notice there is a spot of oil on the driveway and I stop there and pray.
“O, God, please, Lord, meet their every need. I can’t imagine raising a precious van-load of children again… Help them, Lord. God before them. Bless them. Protect them Save them each and every one. Send your holy angels to watch over them. Bless them with full and happy lives. Help them each to have people in their lives one day that bring them love and joy, like they bring love and joy to us. In Jesus holy name. Amen.”
Bittersweet Farm
June 2023
