Trees were so thick in the backyard that when we took them out all the years of leaves working their way into the dirt made it so rich dad planned a huge garden back there. Butterbean never made a bean they bloomed all year long mom and I had her Vegas. They were up to the roof of the house I remember, just poking a broken one in the ground and darn if it didn’t grow, inspired me later to have a huge garden in my own and here in Kansas are certainly miss my Azalea’s
Trees were so thick in the backyard that when we took them out all the years of leaves working their way into the dirt made it so rich dad planned a huge garden back there. Butterbean never made a bean they bloomed all year long mom and I had her Vegas. They were up to the roof of the house I remember, just poking a broken one in the ground and darn if it didn’t grow, inspired me later to have a huge garden in my own and here in Kansas are certainly miss my Azalea’s
the memories that remind our DNA how important our past generations contribute to who we are today.
As always, beautifully written.
I love childhood memories🩷