My grandpa, Elmer G Biddick, spent a lot of time in cornfields. When he was 11 years old (1905) he sold his first bushel of seed corn from his father’s fields to his neighbors. By the time he was in high school, he had gone into business for himself. He was the first to grow his own hybrid seed corn in Wisconsin. He was quite a man with a long list of accomplishments.
But I remember Grandpa, especially at this time of year, for something else.
When I see packs of seeds at the garden center, I look for this one:
Grandpa had a garden in his back yard and he always planted Kentucky Wonder Beans. I don’t know why. They must have been top quality and dependable, just like him.
When he was approaching 90 years of age,
I asked him what kind of birthday cake he wanted.
His answer: “Kentucky Wonder Cake”.
Those beans must have been really good.
God bless all the seed-planters and garden-growers this spring.
May all the gardens be wonder-filled.
“Now the Lord God had planted a garden…” Genesis 2:8
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