One of my first memories is from when I was a very young child sitting on the rich soil in my grandma's garden eating peas that she had grown. She was pulling weeds next to me. My Grandma Louise was a gardener who taught me the love of getting my hands dirty. She could grow the most beautiful pansies, petunias, and rainbows of snapdragons as tall as me. Besides gardening, she gave me a love of crafting, sewing, cooking, and a good puzzle.
She also had the biggest heart and had a way to make me feel like I was her favorite person in the whole world. She recognized the good in me and I will forever love her for doing so.