tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680721043684449828.post1704861493769042792..comments2017-08-06T10:36:08.802-05:00Comments on The Recipes We Keep : The Harvest Begins AgainUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680721043684449828.post-40573176531043159302010-07-24T22:33:12.825-05:002010-07-24T22:33:12.825-05:00It sounds absolutely perfect. I love the story ab...It sounds absolutely perfect. I love the story about dad bringing fish-so Andy! You were long overdue for a wonderful day, I know you have many more of them in store for you.Kristi Pohlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00861648479661047524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680721043684449828.post-14710269592380919032010-07-24T22:23:32.091-05:002010-07-24T22:23:32.091-05:00Oh Heather, my love, I enjoyed this post. The end...Oh Heather, my love, I enjoyed this post. The ending made me think of the transitions I always made on Sunday evenings from Grandma Betty's house to my own house, via my Dad's brown Dodge truck. I can relate to Riley. I loved my time at Grandma & Grandpa's house, with my Dad, but I always enjoyed getting home to my mother in the evenings. Sigh...Rachellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167noreply@blogger.com