On the top of a bookshelf in my den, I keep an old cardboard shipping box with the seeds my Dad ordered back in 1987 for a garden he wouldn't end up planting in its entirety.
The seed packets, some still unopened, make a soft rattling sound as I look them over to remind myself of what he liked to grow.
Some of the packets are still unopened. Others he opened and planted early that spring.
In the old seed box I found...
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