A week passed, and Winston and his sisters told Grandpa as they worked out on the treadmill and Bowflex how grateful they were to be living there.
Joy said, “We weren’t doing too well over there.”
Grandpa sort of smiled. “I guess it’s for the best that you’re all here. We can use the extra hands. For example, I grow various grains here. One thousand square feet—the size of an average backyard—is enough space to grow a bushel of wheat. A bushel of wheat equals sixty pounds of grain, which is enough to bake ninety loaves of bread. Even devoting a row in your vegetable garden to a grain will yield enough to make it worthwhile.” He grinned. “And you don’t need special equipment to harvest grains. Traditionally, grains are harvested with a scythe, which I have, but you can also cut the stalks
