While I was growing up, my mom's dad, my Pop, always had a vegetable garden growing on the side of his house--tomatoes, bell peppers and lots of other fun veggies. I remember going out there with him to water them and to check to see what needed to be picked. I remember sitting at his kitchen table eating slices of those freshly picked tomatoes, with just a little salt on them. And I remember him always sending us home with a bag of tomatoes from his garden.Now that some of our big tomatoes are starting to ripen, it always makes me think of him, as I go out in the morning to water the garden and check to see what needs to be picked.
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