Our dear Uncle Max, Mother’s youngest sibling and only brother, tilled the ground for “Dad’s Garden” on a very hot, humid June day in the Upper Midwest. Once tilled, quite a number of people voluntarily lent their hands to the garden soil over the years … including family members, caregivers and their families, neighbors, and reps from a lawn-garden company who came on a weekly basis. A local landscaper planted a tree for Dad’s birthday every year. It was our community garden – with Mother and Dad’s oversight.
