'The Farmer's Grand-Daughter'
(c) Singleton 2006
Her dirty little feet pad the wet earth with such familiarity, such primitive "at-homeness" that it is only natural the earthworms follow her footsteps like an army. Doing the hot, sweaty, summertime work for her. She hovers over the emerging seeds, blessing them as they learn to crawl from the sand and stretch, leaves dancing toward the sun. She is the protector, the care giver, the sun and the rain and the cool soft blanket of the moon. She is the grandaughter of the farmer. And her garden will grow.
God bless you KimCam.
Can't wait for that pickled okra!