Why not stay here?
That’s a question we were asked numerous times the last week or so of our last journey. When we would mention that we were from Mississippi, and headed toward home, folks would frown, and ask why. Of all times to be away from the hot, humid, South; the months of July and August are the best. So, why go home?
There were a number of reasons we needed to return home for a period of time. Routine doctor’s and dentist’s visits. Just a part of getting older and trying to keep everything in working order. Wanting to see the family was also a part of it. Two months without seeing the daughters, sil’s, and of course the grand daughter is really stretching it for Wanda. And, I have to admit that I’m also glad to see their smiling faces.
Another benefit of coming home became more apparent today. I have a good friend that plants a large garden each year. The past couple of years I’ve contributed a little seed and fertilizer, along with a few plants to the effort. I guess you could call us sharecroppers.
I stopped by this morning and collected some of the bounty.
Tomatoes, and squash.
Snap beans, and a couple cucumbers.
And, of course, fresh corn.
Needless to say, supper tonight was one of the best in months. Wanda outdid herself. All those vegetables, with a pone of hot cornbread from a black iron skillet. I’m even looking forward to the leftovers, tomorrow.jc