My dad has always had such a big beautiful garden. When I was growing up I remember lots of summer days pulling weeds and picking fresh peas. My dad still has a garden and while we were there for Memorial Weekend, we helped pick up a couple loads of rocks. It amazes me that we can do this every year and they still keep coming back. Where do they come from? I think a rock bandit must come and plant them every year because they just keep on showing up!
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