You recall Alberta's garden, in all its glory last week when I dropped Emily off to work the Central Pennsylvania Festival of the Arts with Linda.
There was a bag of kale for us last week, but I didn't see Alberta. Today Laura and I went to collect Emily back from her adventure. Alberta heard us come in, and when we left she was out there, with a bag of produce to take home.
Oh, and how did we like the kale from last week. Of course we loved it. Well, she didn't know, but since we did, she would fill another bag with kale.
I told her the world was in awe of a ninety-six year old's garden, and could I please take her picture. She reached up and smoothed her hair. I want to be just like Alberta when I grow up.