My Mother’s Garden

Spring time is for planting gardens. That fact was drilled into me from earliest memories. My mother, Dorothy Hoehne Fahr, was the true master gardener. My own garden is a very poor example. It’s raised beds in a suburban lawn. But my mother’s garden was a resplendent massive plot of rich farm land about 100Continue reading “My Mother’s Garden”

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