Father’s Day

Brooke and I were in Asheville for a wedding (as guests!) but saw my mother at the airport for literally 3 minutes as we arrived in Charlotte and she boarded a plane to leave. Luckily we were able to see my dad for longer, especially since Father’s Day was that weekend. We got a tour of his garden that has doubled in variety and size since I lived at home. In addition to corn and squash, now there’s also grape vines and peach trees. He’s running out of space.