“These are?”

“Snapdragons. Talk about tiny. I had to sprinkle them on white paper and brush them onto the flat with a soft brush. Almost needs a microscope, but they sprouted.”

“Hey, you promised us lunch when we got here,” Fred called from the garage.

“Coming,” Ginny called back. “Hope you feel like grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. I have a lettuce salad too, you know, with that yummy dressing I got from old Mrs. York. Be ready as soon as the griddle heats up. All we have to do is pour the dressing on the lettuce. I love new lettuce like this.” She unsnapped her apron and hooked it on the post by the door, leaving her gloves in the pocket.

Fred escorted them inside. “You want to take some eggs when you go?”

Amalia nodded. “I can always use more eggs. Made a frittata the other day with leftover ham, green onions, and asparagus. Reminded me how much I miss my garden out on the farm.”

Ginny snorted. “Fred will grow enough vegetables to feed half the congregation, and that is after we and Sam get all we can use. Of course, Sam has his garden too.”

Amalia put her basket on the counter. “You want some help with canning this year, I will gladly volunteer. No sense canning for one. I couldn’t resist strawberry freezer jam, however. Gave small containers away at the home.”

“And they thought you’d given them gold.” Ginny washed her hands at the kitchen sink after turning the dial on the rectangular electric griddle. “Hand me that platter of sandwiches on the bottom shelf, please.”

Fred said grace a few minutes later when they sat down to eat. “Now, help yourself, Ginny made enough for two teenage boys.” He passed her the platter.

Amalia took one bite and closed her eyes in bliss. “Homemade bread.”

“I felt a need to make bread yesterday. Now I promised Fred I would make cinnamon rolls for breakfast one of these day.”

Fred hinted very broadly, “Tomorrow would be a good time. You could keep some of the dough and make fry bread for the twins. They’ll be here for the weekend.”

“I hope you realize how lucky you are to have the grands so close.” And a house big enough for company. She thought of the times her little ones had come to the farm until they moved away—and she sold the farm. Children could visit her at the home but not for long. Rules forbade anyone from moving their families in to stay with them.

Now it was easier for her to go visit them.

Amalia caught a pained look on Fred’s face. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just gas. I forget and eat too fast. All Ginny’s fault.”

“My fault? How did that get to be my fault?”

“You’re too good a cook, that’s how.” Amalia shook her head. “I could see that one coming.” A movement out the big window caught her attention. “There he is again.”