The next week he showed up with zucchini from his own garden. All three of these would not make up one of the zucchini he brought. Good thing I actually like zucchini.
For years I wrote bimonthly letters to my Pop in an effort to entertain him and keep him up-to-date with my life and all the shenanigans in my backyard. When he died suddenly in April, the hole in my life was huge. Still is. These posts keep him very present to me, and who knows, maybe they still find him through the ether.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
20 July 2014 - And so it begins
Two weeks ago I had an email from my brother, quick and to the point, "Look out, the zucchini are blooming."
The following week he showed up with some baby zukes (four to six inches long) from his elderly neighbor. I had them for breakfast. Eggs and zucchini are a sublime combination.
The next week he showed up with zucchini from his own garden. All three of these would not make up one of the zucchini he brought. Good thing I actually like zucchini.
The next week he showed up with zucchini from his own garden. All three of these would not make up one of the zucchini he brought. Good thing I actually like zucchini.
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