I couldn’t keep the smile from my face as I watched them. Mary and Roene were much faster than Jo, but that didn’t deter him from running right along with them on his short little legs. Dad turned to me then and said, “Marie, you’d better go with them to make sure the plants actually get there.” He smiled and winked at me and I giggled, “Ok! They’ll get there.”
After much jostling of plant trays and “who was going to carry what,” we were finally over by the garden with the plants still intact. Mother came from the house with baby Andy in a sling on her front and a camera in her hand.
“Oh! It is so nice out! Can you smell the rain?” Mother shifted her body to the west to take in the full force of the wind on
Her black hair, now sprinkled with white, was blowing in little curls around her face and I was struck again at my mother’s beauty.
“Ok, let’s get this garden planted.” Dad called. Dave had found a wooden stake, some string and a hammer and brought them to Dad. With Dad at one end of the garden and Dave at the other, they pulled the string strait and tight until it showed a nice little row.
“Let’s plant cabbage first. Mary, bring the flat of cabbage.”
“Here it is, Daddy!” Mary set it down in front of her daddy and stood ready for more direction.
Dad took a small, black plastic, tray out of the
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