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Anon enjoys the little things (sh.itjust.works)

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[–] Whats_your_reasoning@lemmy.world 1 points 8 hours ago* (last edited 8 hours ago)

One thing I love about my dad is his connection to and knowledge of nature. I have many memories of him bringing me random produce, slicing pieces off of them raw, and insisting I try them. Sometimes they'd be vegetables he got from his farmer friend, or something he grew in his garden that finally reached ripeness. Other times it'd be in-season fruits of different varieties, including non-standard apples. Macoun apples are one of his favorites, and always remind me of him.