In memory of my
Father
For his love of plants
toad thoughts,
My father so loved his garden. He would spend hours if not the whole day cutting and pruning. I would follow picking up and carting away the clippings to dump over the bank behind the house. Not to mention weeding the strawberry patch on the property in Surry. I’ve watched him start plants from seeds until they are full grown. To this day I am amazed about my fathers green thumb.
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