DEEP ROOTS
When I think of gardening, I think of my dad. And he has been in my thoughts a lot lately. He died this past July at the age of 89 after a long battle with dementia. Instead of dwelling on those last difficult years though, I prefer to honor him with good memories, especially of how he taught me to garden. Funnily enough, he would have humbly denied being a gardener per se. But he seemed to enjoy it and even had rather gentlemanly weekend wear for the tasks: Sansabelt slacks, Hush Puppies, and a Munsingwear golf shirt. Dad, who grew up on a north Texas farm, taught me many things about plants. How to feed roses by making a little trench of soil around the base and adding the rose…