The Farmer

It feels like yesterday when I was a shadow in the garden, walking the rows behind my daddy. Wearing a pair of overalls and stepping barefoot in his tracks, I loved spending time with my dad in the garden. He would loosen the soil, and I would grab the newly uncovered potato to place in the bucket. Dad’s garden was always full of good things to eat, and harvest time was busy. Mom would prepare the yield for canning for the months ahead. With those days gone by, I miss the freshness of the gard