The house was suddenly quiet and I knew something was amiss, because our house is rarely quiet at this twilight hour. As I roamed from room to room I noticed the boys out in the garden from my bedroom window.
Imagine my surprise to find all four boys getting an agricultural lesson from Gus on potato harvesting. Gus is our resident gardener. It frustrates here that we are not all more helpful, but she still works tirelessly in weeding and growing our vegetables. She loves being outside and we love eating the fruits of her labors.
I smiled as I listened to her explained how she had used seed potatoes and how they would have to dig deep into the soil with their hands because a shovel might slice into a potato. This was the perfect project for the boys. There was bickering about who would dig where, but Gus patiently worked with them answering their questions.
I was so glad I had the camera out to capture Dash's face as he found his first potato. It was like a treasure hunt and I am so thankful for daughters who make an effort to have meaningful relationships with their siblings. It took longer for Gus to harvest all the potatoes with the boys help, but it is a memory that I will treasure.
My porch table is filled with the last of the autumn produce. I've got squash to roast and freeze for squash soup, a few remaining cherry tomatoes to add to a salad. Thank you Gus. You did an amazing job with the garden this year. Sorry we take your for granted.