The Dirt

     Dirt is a very important part of our lives. The early settlers needed it to survive. Grandfather Osmond came over from Germany and settled in the town of Worthington. He bought 40 acres of the richest black "dirt" farm land. The soil was good to him. Years later he brought another 40 years. On a moonlit night you could see him in the corn fields counting the cobs of corn and then multiply the number of rows. He wasn't about to be cheated since the land was rented out on shares. Sometimes the farmers terraced the land. Some years ago we received Dakota Dirt, more rich topsoil that blew our way. It blew in through our closed windows and even the tiny cracks and crevices of the house. It's a miracle that with water and dirt you get a vegetable garden, amber waves of grain, and flowers and trees of beauty. We should be thankful.
by Gg 
Edited on July 1st 2013

Peter’s Place

Looking out my patio doors I could see its going to be a very slow day. The ice and snow out there was beautiful but walking to the parking lot, it     likes and   with the people    the snow and ice and snow from there cans. I couldn’t get my   doors open, nor would my wind shield wipers work. Speed was 20 miles per hour. Roads were awful. Susan was here already. She was a nice person and a friendly person. I think she is suffering from depression. Cry and has no energy to get her house work done been that way for months. Pete and Emma said about the tree. It didn’t bother me that I didn’t get to it. Exercise people were here. Kay was here by 7:30. By the time it was time it was to go to exercise she would fall asleep. Sam came in from showering and he showed his misery about his roof at home was leaking, not well at all. Can’t think so if you   a portion of a room you look and describe what you see it helps the mind to think again. Another is to look out the window at the open   . It works that all the new from “Peter’s Place.”

by Gg 

Approved

          The air was filled with the singing of the birds. Spring was here, I walking on air. Harvey had asked me to the spring square dance. The grades eleven and twelfth were putting on a festival. Schools from the neighboring towns were included. I would have to have my mom’s approval for me to go in Hervey's car. Mom hasn't been feeling well. She was going to sew my new shirt and blouse but now that she was ill I didn't know what I would wear. Mom said I may as well learn to pick out a outfit from " The Palace Clothing Store." it's the first time for me to go alone and shop, most of my cloths were made from mom. I found a skirt, white with red apples and green leaves on it. It had a six inch ruffle on it. Perfect for square dancing. I cane across a net under shirt for it to stand out. My  pleasant white eyelet blouse would go just perfect. Now if only mom would approve. I asked the clerk if I could take the blouse and short on approval. She said I had chosen well and yes I could take them home.

by Gg

Hand

Single hand or finger don’t create sound

When those work together create miracle

One can weed, two gather they seed

They paint and plant to useful things

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