When we were little, we had a garden next to the house. The only two things I remember growing there were green beans and rhubarb. This is a photo of us picking beans with Dad. His love of food is something we all get to carry with us. His fudge, his sauce, his subtle insistence that I make pie each holiday, his way of getting us to go out to eat as often as possible, and his appreciation of food and drink... we get to have that always. What a blessing.
-Aimee
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