Nearly 1200 posts and this is the first photo on the blog that I didn’t shoot. This photo was taken of my father by my mother on her phone. He was working in the garden moving plants and weeding when the sun suddenly felt too good and the wheelbarrow looked too inviting. This is so my Dad. If you look closely you will see that one of his garden gloves is doubling as a pillow.
He is a man of simple pleasures. He has never been able to tell me his favorite color. Black he will say (which of course is all the colors) and I will respond with “that isn’t a color Dad.” His favorite dinner is well documented as Hamburger patties, mashed potatoes and peas. And he is happiest outdoors with anything plant or animal. He grew up on a farm. I have spent my lifetime struggling to figure out what gift to give him for Father’s Day and in the end, he is happiest when I send him pints of ice cream from a dairy we used to frequent in Columbus.
I always tease him that if left to his own devices, he would live in a room with a table, a bowl, a spoon and a bed. Now I realize, he doesn’t even need the bed.
This time of year will forever make me think of our trip to Alaska. Last year at this time, we were preparing to go. I am so glad we went and realized while writing this post that I think about that trip every single day. One of the photos is my screen saver.
Happy Father’s Day Dad.