My husband’s father had a beautiful garden. In it were the most bountiful and delicious strawberries. When asked their origins, I was informed: “They were my dad’s.”
We propagated those berries. From great-grandpa, to grandpa, to us.
Each of our fruits, raspberries, pears, apples… all have a story. Locally sourced. From farmers who we know and love.
We’ve come to know: goodness doesn’t happen by accident.