My sister Rita lives in Coventry. She and her husband Jack had a beautiful garden in their backyard. That wonderful taste of dark green salads and ripe tomatoes from your own garden. Brother Stephen was becoming a master gardener in Scituate. I sampled delights from his garden. One summer Steve explained to me the art of composting. For many years I had forgotten what a ripe peach taste like. Fresh from the ground sunshine yellow corn.
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