tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729569.post5566910432263165012..comments2024-03-23T05:42:07.516-04:00Comments on The Deliberate Agrarian: FuturemanPicks His First RaspberriesHerrick Kimballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17116051416696885647noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729569.post-22486030903354373162013-07-24T16:42:27.073-04:002013-07-24T16:42:27.073-04:00I applaud your desire and dedication to impact you...I applaud your desire and dedication to impact your young grandsons life. I too left the workforce as a design artist (freelance from home was so much better) 17 years ago to be available to my grandson after school and during summer break. I couldn't bear the thought of him in daycare. He lived next door so we all have priceless memories of him running through the pasture to our little farm. I remember standing in front of the tv on 9-11-01 when he was 11 years old watching those towers falling down. I told him to remember that moment because our lives would never be the same. I watched him sail off into the Atlantic this week on his way to the Middle East with the US Navy. It seems like yesterday that we were picking blackberries to make a pie. Cherish every mundane moment you have with your precious one. You are making a tremendous impact on his life and future generations. Regards, Jordans NanaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729569.post-11090971101926108882013-07-24T14:37:45.397-04:002013-07-24T14:37:45.397-04:00What a smart man you are - I have such lovely memo...What a smart man you are - I have such lovely memories of my aunt and uncle's house near Utica, NY when I was a child. My uncle grew everything it seems, in my large back yard and on another lot across the street. There were always tons of berries, black, rasp and straw - there were sticks of rhubarb to pick and dip in sugar and eat and there were ripe tomatoes to pick, lick, salt and bite. I live in Florida and NO veggie tastes like what I remember up north - even though I grow a few of my own. How I remember those halcyon days - and so will your grandson. Susan Humestonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14374042568634619411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729569.post-58697558921669205512013-07-24T09:59:07.474-04:002013-07-24T09:59:07.474-04:00"Precept upon precept; line upon line, line u..."Precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line, here a little, there a little." (Isaiah, I think?) I'm glad you said that it doesn't take a village to raise a child - but an extended family. You're right - that's God's plan. AND I believe it is God's plan to always have a baby to about age four in that extended family (in a perfect world) just to keep humor and hope in the family going, if nothing else.SharonRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16043548752523750347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729569.post-68869794547421184122013-07-24T08:21:03.426-04:002013-07-24T08:21:03.426-04:00Precious! I absolutely love it! I'm in the in ...Precious! I absolutely love it! I'm in the in between stage of life right now. No more babies but not quite old enough for grandchildren. I can't wait to hold my children's children in due time!Cyndi Lewishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05794693752183307243noreply@blogger.com