Dear Dad,
This is our first ripe strawberry of the year and when we pick it we'll think of you and how you can grow anything, of course California sunshine helps. I know this isn't what you would consider a crop, but lately I'm lucky I've managed to keep anything alive let alone see it fruit.
As I keep having to buy Gracie new shoes to accommodate her ever lengthening feet and Tristan's head now blocks my view I suppose success can be better measured in the fact that they are flourishing in place of a garden.
Have a lovely day and as usual, I wish I could be there with you.
Love Joanie x
That was so lovely.
I really miss my father who passed away when I was 16 years old.
Posted by: margie oomen | June 22, 2009 at 11:29 AM
Hmn, we could do with a nice spot of Californian sunshine in a cold and frosty wintry Melbourne too.
Posted by: Tania | June 22, 2009 at 11:52 AM
What a sweet letter! And a very yummy
crop! It is not about quantity but quality!!
Looks great! Yum!
Rane and kids.
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Posted by: Rane | June 23, 2009 at 06:10 AM
How could i wish i have a father on my side where i can talk,hug, and kiss.I really miss my Dad.
-Ava
Posted by: wow magic sing | June 23, 2009 at 09:16 AM