It’s been a couple of weeks since Grace inspected her garden. Now the seeds she planted are at their peak. She knows about the magical beans that are purple on the vine and green when cooked. It took some hunting to find those big enough to pluck. As the Dawn Jogger and Grace harvested the latest batch, she said over and over, “This is going to be a really good dinner.” That statement included her enthusiasm for the tiny tomatoes. “Just pick the red ones, not the green ones,” she instructed. When it came time to have her photograph taken with her bed of sunflowers, she struck a demure pose. She does like to remind people that she’s shy…
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