Old Order Mennonite Memoirs
June 24, 2021
The garden was quite miniature but it had flowers blooming along the walls and trees in the corners. There were even little tables and a door to a secret garden. Twelve-year-old granddaughter Cassidy and I sat back and admired our pink and blue-green Leggo creation on the patio bricks in the summer sun.
I was so pleased that she and her four brothers were coming to our house for a day last week. We were outnumbered as far as the gender role was concerned and so we found ourselves rooting among Leggo blocks. Gerome, age 8 and Jairus, age 6, had lost no time in bringing the big container down...