This month, as I'm on spring vacation, I take my kids to daycare and school. We always pass a small garden plot with an elderly gentleman who grows vegetables. I stopped by last week and asked him about his crops. I then thanked him for growing vegetables. This week, as we walked by, he called us over, then pointed out his row of Daikon's known in the English world as Japanese radish. He gave us this one. He didn't want any payment. I guess farmers don't get thanked enough. Ian and I want to take him a cup of tea, but we haven't seen him since.A blog on War gaming in North-eastern North America from 1670-1815, the life of an ex EFL instructor, a family man formerly in Japan and now in Canada , a camper, a reenactor, a drummer, and all round crazy but home Nova Scotian. Having taught for an extended period my career is now in private security.
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
My Kids with daikon
This month, as I'm on spring vacation, I take my kids to daycare and school. We always pass a small garden plot with an elderly gentleman who grows vegetables. I stopped by last week and asked him about his crops. I then thanked him for growing vegetables. This week, as we walked by, he called us over, then pointed out his row of Daikon's known in the English world as Japanese radish. He gave us this one. He didn't want any payment. I guess farmers don't get thanked enough. Ian and I want to take him a cup of tea, but we haven't seen him since.
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