The Man With The Green Thumb

Even after losing his balance and falling in the creek...
and breaking 9 ribs...

he had started the garden...

we added to it...

weeded it...

watered it...

and nursed it along, with his advice and help...while he couldn't.

Anyway, I went to Tom's house this afternoon because he said the beans were ready to pick.

And they were. And so were the black-eyed peas and the squash and the cukes, and oh, there's a cantalope that didn't make it into the picture. He's always had the greenest thumb I ever saw.
He's amazing. To look at him today you would never know what he'd been through.

He's driving, fixing his own meals, going to the post office. Word has it he's planning a trip to Florida. I'll bet he works a little fishing in while he's there.

He's tough, buddy!