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I love to garden.  My parents always had us out in the garden growing up.  I think about how great it was to learn a useful skill like that.  It’s strange to think that this summer with the big garden that I won’t be sharing any with my dad.  I was hoping to supply him with homegrown tomatoes & more.  I find weeding to be very therapeutic (along with sewing quilts– haven’t done that in a few years).  Thanks to my neighbor who weeded my garden while I was traveling around with mom, I now have plenty of things ready and some on their way for picking.

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