The tomatoes are up, and have just been separated into individual pots. They are bright little sprigs of green in a still muddy, brown, yellow, and grey spring from a winter that just wouldn't go away. Seedling tomatoes will always make me think of my grandma. She was something of an epic gardener...
In February, my 98 year old grandmother passed away. It was as peaceful and quiet as things like this can be, I suppose. My mother, father, and myself were there with her, during a terrible blizzard that prevented the rest of the family from getting there. In a way, I think that's how she would have wanted it. She wasn't aware of individuals, bu