Seasons of Change: Sweet Sweet Summer, Goodbye
September Six Word Photo Challenge: Clouds
Summer rain
cultivates
Grandpa’s sweet corn.
Then
My husband’s grandpa was born and raised in the Arkansas Delta, where soybeans, rice, corn, and winter wheat abound. As a little boy, he spent summers at the farm fishing, exploring the backwoods, and eating sweet corn right out of the field.
Now
Once our kids were born, they too started spending summers at grandpa’s farm. But my husband’s grandpa was no longer with us, and the farm passed down to the next generation. Now children ran through the grass squealing, “Pops! Pops!” but it was my husband’s father they were calling. And the same corn was planted in the same field, community-style to feed the town.
What Soon Shall Pass
Those slow, sticky summers somehow still remind me how time marches swiftly on. If we count our years in rows and ears, how many more ‘til a barefoot baby is toddling towards my white-haired husband screaming, “Pops!”.
In loving memory of Guy Kochel aka ‘Pops’
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