I've read so many times on how our children and grandchildren outpace us in knowledge today.
Yet I remember
milking a cow;
picking green beans in my grandmother's garden;
loving the zinnias she grew
helping her can food from her garden.
I remember
putting up hay with my grandfather;
getting the cows in;
running wild in the woods of Pennsylvania;
watching the sun go down and the stars come out on the dark, dark nights.
My children and grandchildren can e-mail and text message with the best.
I can survive in the wild.
