News 2
Long Buckby United Reformed Church
A Message to all - The things I sow…
“The things I sow don’t seem to grow, I’m sorely disenchanted, but oh what luck I
get with things I never even planted!”
(Anon)
That poem hung on Terry’s wall. He’d had a variety of jobs including encouraging
young people from unfortunate backgrounds to learn about the countryside, and
develop confidence, skills and understanding that may be of benefit wherever
life took them.
I inherited my ideas about gardening from my dad who grew vegetables and
roses, as did his father before him.
I am reminded of an occasions as a very young child when we went to visit
Grandad at Chelmsford.
“Do you want some ‘taters?” he asked dad.
“Don’t mind if I do” replied dad.
“Well, you know where the fork is kept in the
shed” was Grandad's response.
The ‘taters (potatoes) were still in the ground.
Grandad had grown them, but if dad wanted
any, he would have to dig them up himself.