Mom




My mom has many talents but one of my favorites is her green thumb...tomatoes, flowers, green peppers, eggplant, cumcumbers... She does this all in her suburban yard. I don't believe that there is a more delicious tomato than one from my mother's garden.
I love you, Mom. I know that you had fun on Mother's Day. Wish I could've celebrated with you.
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Why is it mom's always know how to grow? I've killed plastic plants from Wal-Mart but mom can grow african violets from a peach pit. Yours sounds like mine. And Happy Mothers day to as well, Miss Julie. Although it's a little late. Sorry. I was busy that day. Had to change the air in my truck tires.
John, I love that we have contact again. Such a great old friend....you have been missed.
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