“The RoseBouquet”

Remember our purple potatoes? Well, we had a heavy-duty rain on the weekend,
and when Dad checked his pit in the floor of the storage room on Monday
morning, he found a couple of inches of water!

After a bit he called me, as he couldn’t stand stooped in the pit any longer,
taking them out. So I stood on bricks, and leaned down to pick up potatoes
below my feet in the water. I carried about 7-8 pails, enamel roasters,
whatever, full up the stairs, and they are drying in Dad’s workshop.

Meantime Dad goes down several times a day and shovels the water into a pail.
But the pit keeps getting more water at the bottom.

In the midst of carrying them out on Monday, I found Dad backing his medi-chair
out of the garage, with a sack of potatoes loaded where his feet should go.
When I asked what was up, he said he was taking some to the group home for the
handicapped. He’d been meaning to do that, and I guess he wanted to keep his
vow, the failure of which may have brought on this catastrophe.

Actually, we discussed at breakfast this morning, that we don’t have it bad.
Many other folks are suffering much more damage and loss. Others in this area
have more trouble with water seepage than we do, and down south there in the
USA, oh my! We can’t imagine how those folks feel!

We also don’t watch TV so we don’t have those images before us all the time
like many others do.

Hey, last night we took two more bags of potatoes along to the city and gave
them away at the Board meeting I attended. We’re in a position to be generous.
What a blessed position! I can only hope you find yourself in that place too.