I visited my parents this weekend in my hometown of Greenville, Kentucky. My Dad has always had a garden no matter where we have lived, probably wherever he has lived.
Whatever the time of year, he is always in his garden or in his yard, checking out his fruit trees or corn or potatoes.
Yesterday, he showed my daughters his figs that were ripe and made them pick them right off the tree and eat them in front of him. They aren’t used to this, and it is funny for me to watch, because, when I was little, I would sneak out in the garden and eat the ripe strawberries or tomatoes or green peppers.
Before I left yesterday, he asked me if I wanted sweet potatoes. Of course I did. He starts digging up potatoes, and gets a little winded.
I forget (and so does he), that he is 85. Now, I live by a huge grocery store, and you could say, I don’t “need” these potatoes, but there is no way I could ever tell him I do not want those sweet potatoes.
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