My uncle was a good man. His garden was a reflection of his life. He toiled the soil, pruned the plants, and harvested its wonderful fruits. I can only think of the things he loved, I am not able to think of anything he hated, and if he did, he was smart enough to keep it to himself. He shared things he loved. My childhood memories , of him, his family, and yes the wonderful dog, that also came with the house and family when we would come to visit, will always be cherished, Cioa Zio, C`verimm