I wonder if farming genes are passed from one generation to the next. My children come from farming ancestors on both sides of their family, and it seems that my grandchildren are really enjoying the process of planting a garden, taking care of it over the summer and most recently, harvesting all sorts of good things to eat.
Their Dad says that his little garden is a long way from the kind of farming that his father and grandfather did, but I think that it doesn't matter if the land is measured in acres or square feet. The love of working the soil and watching plants grow and the satisfaction of a good harvest is the same.
And it does this old heart good to see these values and traditions being passed on to yet another generation.
Christmas is sneaking up on us
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