We stood together in the vineyards. I looked up at my Grandpa and smiled.
We walked together there. He showed me everything. Taught me everything.
I still love to garden now.
"One day all of this will belong to you and your sisters," my grandfather said.
My grandfather was only partly right. My sisters were set for life.
But due to a series of tragic events and tragic timing, my grandfather's dream would never be fulfilled.
On the day after Thanksgiving of my senior year of high school, our hearts broke and my grandfather's dream died too.


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With All My Love,
Hope
XOXOXO
On the day after Thanksgiving during my senior year of high school, my mother took her last breath on this earth. She had fought bravely for years. She finally went home that day.
Hope
When I am tested in the fire, I grow stronger still. Thank you. You have just helped to truly LAUNCH MY CAREER.
It is now SET IN STONE. Learn your lesson.
Words are powerful. I teach the kindergarten children that lesson. They are the most brilliant kindergarten students on the planet. They learn their lessons well.
That is only because they have an excellent teacher. If only every child, had the benefit of such an outstanding education.
You can sit and ponder.
I am far too busy CELEBRATING!
Hope
Stay tuned for the continuing saga. :)
Hope
Part time pruner,
who'll don a mantelletta,
(a sleeveless mantel robe)
worn by the feathered bird,
a cardinal, wren warbler, lark,
one perch on a vineyard trellis.
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O jusy goofin' and remembered:`
a day with friendly Latino migrants,
they showed how to prune in a arbor.
Leaves on Southern exposure get clipped.
The grape was Montrachet. What a great day.
My Granddaughter learned. Adios Senorita.
Miss, a beautiful (bonita) unmarried female.
Great memory.
I reflected on that wonderful day:`Ay, grapes.
keep us posted!
rated:)
Rated.
I may still be missing a few if you happen to notice any wayward pieces anywhere.