I love him, and so does the Young Man, calling him Pa- a name Dad had chosen for himself long before grand babies were on the scene. It's a sign of respect and love for his own grandfather.
The Young Man simply adores him, affectionately calling him Parpie when summonsing him from whatever he is doing. These two, Pa and the Young Man, have their own traditions. On every visit they wander up to the very back of the yard to check the vegies, see how they are growing, pull a couple of weeds and check the rain gage. Then it's off to the shed. They walk and chat and discover and learn returning to the house at their leisure with a fresh pea or two in hand.
This season Pa is harvesting his first crop of large speckled Borlotti beans (Hugh, eat your heat out). Here they are in my darling mumma's hands.
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