|I am writing this newsletter on a stormy Ohio evening. I can't complain about a lack of water lately! Our vegetable garden went in late this year because of weather and despite the torrents of rain since planting...the seeds have all sprouted and seem to be thriving in their swampy environment. I am not a gardener at heart. I don't like digging in the dirt or chopping away at weeds, but my father loved the garden! I feel and remember him best when I walk through my own. I remember him holding a seed in his mouth before planting it and how he planted a separate small garden for the animals .
Two things I'll remember most about him this Father's Day....first, his unconditional love and acceptance of children (there were nine of us!) and his ability to coax from the ground the wonderous gifts of all those seeds.
Happy Father's Day