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Saturday, June 9


In two weeks I will be the age my dad was, when I was born. Today, June 9, he would have been 66 years old. After golf, Scott and I went to dinner and I had a margarita for him.

More than half my life, I have been without his presence. But he and his spirit affect me every day. He was a landscaper and "plant nerd". When I planted our yard, his words and his guidance were with me. I think he would be proud of what I have done so far.


Wendy said...

Could you tell him to tell my mom to send some of her plant guidance my way, because I'm doomed with the black thumb of death. Although that could just mean she's up there laughing at my ineptitude.

Jen said...

Unfortunately it doesn't extend to houseplant care for me. As far as I am concerned, anything potted might as well be disposable.

So maybe they are sitting together, laughing at us?