Brielle and Soren showing off their Mongoose bikes. And you’re right, they have no shoes.
This is our front lawn where Grandma Stoltzfus had planted her garden since 1966.
Back when I was (was?) a kid I remember hoeing weeds in the garden right where the kids are standing. Grandma would give me a glass of apple cider and a handful of Wege brokens when I was all done. I can still smell the the gritty soil in my fingernails.
The Cobbler’s Children…
A picture is worth a thousand words right!
Brielle and Soren showing off their Mongoose bikes. And you’re right, they have no shoes.
This is our front lawn where Grandma Stoltzfus had planted her garden since 1966.
Back when I was (was?) a kid I remember hoeing weeds in the garden right where the kids are standing. Grandma would give me a glass of apple cider and a handful of Wege brokens when I was all done. I can still smell the the gritty soil in my fingernails.
Posted by Paul Stoltzfus on 10/03 at 05:45 PM in Lawn Care Tear Jerker
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