“Katia! That’s enough cherry tomatoes for now. Why don’t you bring your bucket inside and we’ll have a treat. Sugar sandwiches and iced milk with hot chocolate powder – just like Grandpa likes it. We deserve it after working so hard today in the field.”
“Ok grandma. Do you want a pail of well water for your feet?”
“That’d be nice, dear.”
Katia put the tin pail under the spout of the pitcher pump and began pumping cool, fresh well water into it.
Grandma grabbed a loaf of Wonder white bread, and went to the fridge for a tub of oleo-margarine for the sugar sandwiches. “What the…? I know I just bought a brand new tub of margarine yesterday – where is it?”
Outside, thunder was heard and rain began to sprinkle on the thirsty land. Then her eyes fell on a brick of KerryGold butter from grass-fed cows. Confusion set in for a moment, then she recalled what seemed like a distant memory – Joe’s Family had given the Kerry Gold to her just a few days ago. Suddenly, everything made sense and the purchase of oleo was forgotten.
Taking the butter and the bread to the table for sandwich assembly, she had a ‘senior moment’ and forgot what she was going to do with them. “Sandwiches?” she asked herself – trying to remember what else she was supposed to take to the table. Then she saw the container of fresh honey already sitting there. It was in the shape of a bee hive and had a honey dipper with a hand-painted blue bee on the handle.
“Oh, that’s it. Bread, butter and honey. An afternoon snack for me and my granddaughter.”
“Grandma, your pail is full. Do you want me to make the sandwiches while you cool your feet?”
“Sandwiches? No, we’re just having some butter and honey on this fresh, warm baguette. Let’s eat first.”
A gentle rain came over the grateful land.
And on anon, anon.
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