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Twenty-plus years ago my Yankee schoolteacher wife Laurie and I had a swimming pool installed at our home, affectionately known as High Grass Manor due to my aversion to yard work. Since our backyard slopes downhill and to the right, we got one of those nice fiberglass jobs. They hauled loads of sand and dirt and covered it with rip-rap rock, which ultimately gives it the look of volcanic mountain with a pool in the middle.
This time of the year I think of my dad, The Old Man, as he was affectionately known. Dad passed away four years back, but I always think of him especially this time of year because of his love of gardening.