Scenes from the past.

 I got up this morning and for some reason I was nostalgic. I kept thinking of my grandmother. I admired her. She always had a huge garden. She lost one leg due to diabetes, but she kept her garden from a wheelchair. She lost the other leg and still kept the garden up. My mom told me about when my grandmother found out that her daughters used store bought bread. My grandmother wanted know “what the hell they did all day long”, if they didn’t bake their own bread. My grandmother never had any store-bought bread in HER house.