Landlord

Our landlord is, I am guessing, in his 70s. He is so hardworking, especially for an older man. A few weeks ago, in between the snow storms, I watched him go out to his field and examine some plants that needed to be covered for the winter. He went into his garage and then brought out a big roll of burlap. He then rolled it out on the driveway and cut the burlap. Next, he sat down on the concrete wall along the driveway and _hand sewed_ ten long pouches in about an hour. Then, he went back out to the field and put them over the plants. They fit perfectly.

Today, I was out shoveling the ice away from the garage and he brought me a bag of each : potatoes and apples. Since we moved in, he has brought us food from his garden about twice a week. He has given us apples, huge cabbages, potatoes and persimmons – an sweet orange fruit that is hard to find in the US. When I get my kitchen items, I hope to cook some goodies and take them over. (I have about a bushel of potatoes now from him – anyone have any good stovetop potato recipes?)

The landlord is just a little taller than me. He wears coveralls and rain galoshes every day. He has short, white hair. He is always smiling, and is kind to the children.

I just wish I could understand what he’s saying!