"Can I help you plant, Grampa?"

"I can't watch you in the rows, but you can start seeds," the man said.

He held the boy's fingers over the table in front of him.  He curled one of the boy's hands around a paper cup and showed the other where to reach for the soil.  When the boy had filled the tray of cups, he guided the boy's hand to the seeds and showed him how to push one into the middle of each cup, and how deep, just to the first joint of his finger.

"Will these melons be mine, Grampa?"

"They'll be yours, Scooter," the man said.