Earlier this year, I posted some reflections on gardens as a way of understanding home, and I included one of my favorite pictures -- a snapshot of my father with me in his garden, sometime around 1987, when he was a trim 30-something, and I was a wee wisp of a girl. More than twenty years later, we decided we needed an updated version.
|Squinting against the sun in 1987. I wish my father still wore those shoes.|
|Still squinting in 2011. I'm smiling goofily here, but I promise I was happy.|
Tonight, I'm thankful that this house is still home, even more thankful for the people in it, and glad to see my father's garden still grows. What makes you grateful today?