almost time to start planting...

That's me with my father, a long, long time ago. I bet I was 3 years old. We lived in New York and it was our first house. There was lots of black dirt, and my dad loved a project! I do remember this afternoon together with him, and I treasure it. My dad has been gone almost 4 years now, and it hurts as much today as it did the day he died--it's just that you learn to function through the pain. It is unfathomable to me that we are about to adopt our 3rd child, and my father will not know our son. Zenabu will have no memory of my dad. My dad doesn't know that we've added another child to our family. I hate it! But I'm thinking of my dad fondly today. The weather is getting warmer here, and in a week or two, I'll start my seedling indoors. My dad would be so proud. I'll add a photo of part of last years crop. And I can't wait to let Zenabu help me with this year's garden.