Growing up, my mother was a gardener. I have vivid memories of her every spring, in the dirt, growing lettuce, squash, tomatoes, cucumbers...you name it. There’s nothing like the taste of a salad, freshly washed, from your own backyard. When I was in third grade, my favorite teacher, Miss Sykes read to us, “Miss Rumphius.”… Continue reading Spring, Flowers, and Miss Rumphius
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