Hard work pays off

One thing I enjoyed when I was a little girl, was helping dad plant the garden. Of course as I got older my interest faded quickly. Well this year I got the chance to rehash my childhood (haha) and help dad plant the garden. Of course everything I planted died so poor dad just had to redo it. I don't have much of a green thumb. When I lived out in the country I tried a raised bed garden and just did not have the time that is needed to take care of it. I don't see how he does it every year. It is such hard work keeping it up. I am so glad that he does because there is nothing better than a home grown tomato. Now I am not much of a tomato eater, but give me some salt and I can eat dads like an apple. You give me one from the grocery store don't want nothing to do with it. They taste totally different. I wish I could figure out how to freeze them some way so I could eat them all year round. Until then I will just have enjoy them while I can. Thanks for all your hard work dad!