As I look out the back door I ponder whether the pumpkins are growing. A few weeks back, Dorie and her Papa took to the garden and spent a few hours tilling, planting and hoeing a couple rows of pumpkins and gourds.
Dorie got dirty, I heard it took 3 washings to get the dirt out of her shoes; Frank got sweaty and they both had the time of their lives. I joined in for a brief few moments to snap a couple of photos and quietly faded into the background.
I don't know if we'll have any pumpkins or gourds this fall, that really isn't important but we'll have some special memories of a wonderful day.