“We have to look at your garden before we go, Mabel.” Summer guests at our home loved to see Mom’s garden. It was beautiful. With a little help from the kids and Dad, Mom raised potatoes, beans, peas, carrots, lettuce, radishes, onions and tomatoes. A garden tour unveiled perfectly straight rows of lush vegetation in every color of green, which led the onlookers to the flowers. Tall spires of glads reached for the heavens.
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