It was a cool autumn afternoon and we decided to ride our bikes to grandma and grandpa’s house. As we pulled into the driveway, we see them sitting outside relaxing on their front porch having tea over some homemade bread and raspberry jam.
“The little netted tent that grandpa made worked! Now those little critters cannot take the berries anymore.” Grandma said. They were glad that they were done harvesting the garden for the year, as they were getting so very tired of maintaining it.
“It’s all done now,” said Grandma. ” Mmm, do you want some fresh bread? I just made it.” We sat down.
Bread and butter never tasted so good when it’s shared with the ones who made it.
Good evening, my attempted response to ~M’s, July Writing Prompt Challenge.