Grandpa's garden is always a source of happiness for the kids, Jon and myself. Dirt covered hands, tomatoes puking their seeds, frogs hopping from beneath your hand as you reach for green beans...the hours spent in the garden fly by in a whirl of "let's find more". Jesse is by far my child of nature and she spends most of the time in the garden with us, rooting through the vines, hauling buckets and cheering at each new find. James prefers to spend minimal amount of time and instead spends the time in the house with Grandpa. Which I'm positive Grandpa enjoys because everytime I say, "We're going to the garden. Is it okay if James stays with you?", he waves me off with a smile and reaches for the remote. Where he promptly turns it to James cartoon channel. Either way, days in the garden are memory makers and I'm thankful for them.