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and I would walk downtown for a hotdog and a soda and a trip to the dimestore.

Granddaddy's garden held other surprises too, but my favorites were his strawberries. I can still hear him calling, "C'mon sugar, let's pick some strawberries." Together hand in hand, we would climb the terraced hill behind the old house to look for the newly ripened red strawberries hiding under their leaves. You see it was my job to pick only the brightest berries to eat with our breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast with strawberry preserves.

When your granddaddy has a nursery, the flower gardens never run out of flowers. All the overflow plants found a forever home in our flower beds. Little girls are prone to misunderstandings, so when I learned that Granddaddy had a nursery, I imagined all the little plants in their own little beds waiting to find their forever family. When they were brought home to be planted in our little gardens, I just knew they had been rescued from a life without a family.

When my Daddy came back from his tour of duty, we moved away. I missed the beautiful flowers, but most of all I missed the two very special people who had shown me the beauty of a garden planted with love. You see under their tender care, I too grew and bloomed, becoming secure in an uncertain, changing world.

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