Butter Dishes

I grew up in my grandparent's home. My mom & I moved in when I was six months old. Raising a granddaughter, I am sure, was not in their plans. My grandfather made life fun for me. He taught me games, he let me help with burning leaves in the outside chimney, he bought me a pool and a hula hoop, and logged hours of pushing me on my swing. The best thing he ever did for me came from the little plastic tubs our butter came in. He and I called them butter dishes.

We had gardened all over the property including a hothouse and a fenced area for wildflowers to grow in. When the flowers were cut down or died…