A Sense of Pride

My paternal grandparents lived in what is referred to where I am from as a holler - an area or valley set back in the mountains. Those who wanted to call on my grandparents parked their vehicles down off the main highway and walked the winding, dirt road that led to the house. In some instances, they arranged ahead of time with my grandfather to ride up in one of his old jeeps.

Even though visitors were few, my grandparents invariably maintained their yard, ponds, and the land that surrounded their home, and in the warmer months, their gardens and berry patches were well-ordered and in bloom.

The lesson learned for me as a homesteader and gardener? Always be a good steward of your land and your resources, regardless of who is watching, and take pride in taking care of what you have.

My Grandfather.