27, daydreamer from New England.
- Top Story - August 2021
My Grandfather’s Garden
"A sweet potato for my Sweet Baby!" My grandfather reached over and pulled from his garden what had to be one of the largest root vegetables I had seen in my entire life. He gently placed it in my basket, and I looked up at him with excited, wide, eight-year-old eyes. He bent down and whispered, "Go show your grandmother what we found". I turned to run back towards their small brick house, pushing through the humidity, able to see my grandma through the kitchen window. I raised the yam over my head with pride, dirt from the garden trickling down onto my forehead. "We've got a vegetable for dinner, Grandma!" She smiled. We roasted sweet potato and freshly caught fish, paired with cheesy grits.