One of my earliest memories is getting up early on the weekends and picking strawberries or raspberries out of our garden for breakfast. I still remember Dad explaining to me that without the bees there would be no fruit. That they had a job to do and that we had a job to do. We could both do our jobs without bothering each other. Just respect each other. I believe those early mornings instilled a respect for nature and my love for gardening. Thanks Dad!
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