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I always loved the few times we were taken to your parent's home. I was always taken with the flowers. You know, kids aren't into the vegetables so much. Flowers are rainbows that you can touch.

I remember (I think) huge headed zinnies and maybe dahlias. Flowers seemed so vivacious and there exclusively for beauty. Those beds and plants weren't going to be worked into a meal. They grew because they were loved. As an adult gardener I see the circle of it-pollinators, crop rotations, etc.

I can't speak to much aside from a childish admiration and wonder at the profusion of joy it brought me to be there. But it was wonderful.

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