Gardening 365, Day 31

Here’s my beloved Grandpa John (John M. Norton, originally of St. Marie’s, Idaho), working away in the garden at Latah, Washington. It was at his knee, and my Grandmother Catherine’s, that I learned to garden. The man was a gardening master. Every year, he and Mr. Pittman, the neighbor across the street, had a friendly competition to see who’s corn would be ready first. He loved dahlias as well, and somewhere in these stacks in my study I will find a photo of him with the dahlias. Here, he is hoeing spuds, Red Pontiacs were his favorites. One did not buy potatoes in those days. No siree.