Pondering on the next generation....

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.