Two years today I lost one of my most favourite people, my Dad. Now, I don’t wish this to be a somber post, rather one to share with you just how much I loved him. Both my Mum and Dad have always shared their love of gardening with my sister and me, and I have no doubt that this has rubbed off. And it was Dad that inspired me with his vegetable growing. Radishes, sweet peas and runner beans were his forté, and I have so many memories of running about pulling up radishes and eating them (soil and all) straight from the garden.
(My sister and me with sunflower for the village competition. To the left our Wendy House made from scratch by Dad)
I also recall how every summer in the early warm evenings, my sister and I would follow him to the top of the garden with an apple from the tree. He would pull out his trusty pen knife, and cut it up. We would sit there, just eating the apple with our Dad.
I miss him terribly, but am so lucky to have had such a wonderful Dad. Thank you… x