Over Paradise Ridge

Nobody knows what starts the sap along the twigs of a very young tender and green woman's nature. In my case it was Samuel Foster Crittenden though how could he have counted on the amount of Grandmother Nelson that was planted deep in my disposition ready to spring up and bear fruit as soon as I was brought in direct acquaintance with a seed-basket and a garden hoe? Also why should Sam's return to a primitive state have forced my ancestry up to the point of flowering on the surface? I do hope Sam will not have to suffer consequences but I can't help it if he does. What's born in us is not our fault. Yes Betty I know I'm an awful shock to you as a farmer. I ought to have impressed it on you more thoroughly before you-you saw me in the act. I'm sorry dear Sam comforted me gently and tenderly as I wept with dismay into the sleeve of his faded blue overalls.