My sisters and I will enter our art, and will eagerly await the moment the hall opens after judging, and celebrating memories and fostering our own interests and passions. My sister and I nurtured his tomato plants, the ones he started before he died, and we will enter whichever is the biggest tomato in his honor. I planted rows of flowers, vegetables for our kitchen, and am planning paths and benches. Thistles have gone to seed, and brilliantly colored songbirds are enjoying the feast. I am working slowly, and much is still untilled. The raspberry bushes he had me order that arrived just before he died offered us a few berries last week. It has been hard to work in the garden without him. I miss him, and cannot recreate what we did. Winning for the biggest tomato was his obsession. The fair is this week my father was hugely competitive with his vegetables, and we gardened together. I’m thinking of grabbing a clip of the audio to replay during my workday. My sister really appreciated hearing a strong voice calling, “Finish strong you got this, Jennie!” as she headed toward the finish line. The website is easy to navigate, and the fact that you can click a video icon and watch the moment your runner crosses the finish line and hear the announcer is delightful. I think it is a brilliant addition to have the runner’s first name printed large enough for us to read on their racing bib. Well done to all who participated in the Chilmark Road Race.
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