Summer sure did pop out today. I chose a different walking route this morning, one that offered shade periodically. The usual county road’s asphalt reflecting more sun and heat than I thought was wise.
I came across the area of the community gardens. One lone fellow was putting in tomato plants. I couldn’t resist wandering over to him. I introduced myself and he to me. Wonder of wonder. His grandfather had a boiler’s license and worked in the Hector, Minnesota, school taking care of utility duties during the same time that Carrie and Kevin’s grandmother, Esther, was the head cook.
Glad to have made it home in the warmer temperatures, I headed for our shaded patio to enjoy the cup of coffee I had put there before heading out for my daily constitution. It matters not that by the I time I get home from the walk, the coffee is tepid. I sat back, enjoying the coffee, but not nearly as much as letting my mind wander back to the “Esther Days.”
As a mother-in-law, I learned so much from her in regard to raising a family, keeping a home, gardening until you thought you’d have to crawl into the house, crocheting every chance you could find and being a bit of a tough nut to crack. My trip down memory lane lasted a lot longer than my cup of coffee. It was time well spent.