The Fence Post

The Magic of Memory in the Mist

When she was three years old, my beloved granddaughter, Izzie, embarked on a culinary mission showcasing her independent spirit. Raised amidst the sprawling expanse of a farm, she was no stranger to the great outdoors, often found frolicking on the hillside or tending to the garden for hours on end.

A Culinary Adventure

On this particular evening, her father entrusted her with the task of harvesting chives for their soup. Armed with a basket and a pair of snips, she ventured outside, a tiny figure against the backdrop of the farmstead.

From the kitchen window, Daniel observed as thick clouds rolled in, obscuring his view of the surroundings entirely. Anxiety crept in as minutes ticked by with no sign of the little explorer.

Then, like a ray of sunshine piercing through the overcast sky, the door swung open, and there stood Izzie, her basket brimming with freshly cut chives. Astonished, Daniel called out to her, questioning how she managed to locate the chives amidst the dense fog. Izzie simply replied with a gleam of innocence, "Oh, I couldn’t see them, Daddy, but I knew where they were."

The Confidence of Farm Life

Witnessing the unfettered growth of children amidst the freedom of farm life is a marvel to behold. There's a palpable sense of confidence and self-assurance in these young souls, a quality often scarce in the modern child.

Izzie and her brother have transformed their outdoor domain into a bustling kitchen where they concoct imaginative dishes with boundless creativity.

Imaginary Feasts and Adventures

Last spring, as I lent a hand, Izzie declared the imminent arrival of a thousand guests to her imaginary party, delegating tasks with the finesse of a seasoned host. She entrusted me with gathering greens for the salad, ranging from grass to clover, while her brother assumed the role of milkman, dutifully ferrying supplies in a wagon.

She's not one to shy away from taking charge, orchestrating the proceedings with a flair that belies her tender age.

The Journey Ahead

As they continue to blossom and mature, it's a joy to speculate on the evolution of their dynamic. Will the roles reverse? Will their shared adventures take on new dimensions? Only time will tell, but one thing is sure—the journey promises to be as enchanting as unpredictable.

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Warm regards,

Debbie Page

CEO, Louis E. Page Inc – Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (Thirteen decades of uninterrupted service from my family!)