Last night I got invited out to join in a "beet harvest" with Kevin and Jaime. They had given some seeds to a fellow artist and gardener in hopes that she would plant them for all to enjoy. April and Bob Oakden's rich garden soil produced a bountiful crop and we get to reap the harvest. Three bags full later, we wandered around their beautiful farm enjoying the late autumn light as the sun set through the giant cottonwood trees. Such a lovely evening.
This bucket of rusty old tools and handle faucets fascinated me. Calling to me from across the yard, it sits posed overlooking an alfalfa field. I mentioned to April that I had one or two more to add to the bucket if she would like them ~ and that is when the story unfolded. Family history can be found in the most unlikely places. All of these faucet handles were from her parents old homestead. How many times must her Mom have turned on the water faucet to wash her hands after a day in the garden. There is no need to give her any of mine......she has plenty of memories of her own wrapped up right here.
April and Bob, married over 50 years, it is so obvious that they celebrate each day on this perfect little piece of paradise they have created.