She was an old woman spending summers bent over: planting, weeding, harvesting.
I watched from my window as she used her cane to search for beans and cucumbers.
Now I am the old woman, bent over, sowing seeds saved by her.
I harvest a bit of her with each picking.
Candace Kubinec wrote this story.
You’ve painted such a beautiful, bittersweet picture. I loved it!
Thanks, so glad you enjoyed it!
I agree. I love that she used the former gardeners seeds as well. It made the title that much better.
Thanks much!
I love this! I feel I am actually there, watching her in her garden.
Thanks :-)