She had been tending her garden and there was mud caked on her hands. "I will pour water for you to wash in," Victoria volunteered, rising from the piano to follow her grandmother to the kitchen. "You love tending your garden and flower beds, don't you, Grandmother?" she said as she poured water into a washbasin. "Maybe it is because I am really a farmer at heart, child. My father was a farmer in west Texas. I grew up feeling a real love for the land, and a need to see things nourished and growing." "That is a feeling I share with you. Although I never actually did any of the labor that went into running Farraday Plantation, I loved the land and took great pride in seeing a field of cotton ripe and ready for the picking." Her grandmother dried her hands on a clean white towel. "Hold on to the thoughts of your home, child. Even if you can never return to Georgia, it will always be a part of you. I can still recall every detail of my childhood home, and sometimes I feel a pang of homesickness and a longing to return to the home of my youth." "Why is life so full of ups and downs, Grandmother?" "I suspect that God sends us the downs so we will appreciate the ups when they come along.
What do You think about Ecstasy's Promise (Historical Romance)?
