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Gertrude is a beautiful child with chubby round cheeks. Her hair is the white-blond children get from being in the sun. She is three and likes to show you how old she is with her fingers.
I came to visit her Grandma from my farm, and walking to her Grandma’s door, I spied Gertrude hunched over in the garden. She has her Grandma’s big floppy hat on to keep the sun out of her eyes.
Gertrude carefully picks beans. She has a look of concentration on her face and she giggles when she finds the right bean to pick.
Her Grandma notices me outside and comes out to greet me. We both gaze at Gertrude picking beans and hear her every laugh every once in a while.
“I told her not to pick the really fat ones,” Gertrude’s Grandma Joyce says to me. “She’s so careful about which beans she picks now. She’s only made it a quarter way down the first row.”
I laugh and wave to Gertrude’s Grandpa, Arthur, digging in the large garden.
“Your planting seeds,” I tell Joyce.
“Yes, in your granddaughter. Maybe, she’ll grow up and garden too.”
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