As a child, some of the best times with my Grandfather was spent preparing the garden for planting or harvesting the garden in September. I still remember the feeling of the sun-warmed dirt between my toes as I dug my feet in as low as I could to feel the cool, moist ground beneath as I picked peppers and corn. I remember sitting with him in the shade of the big Maple to snap yellow beans, fresh from the garden that day, into a pot for dinner. That sound is still one of my favourites today, reminding me of my Grandfather and those delicious beans smothered in butter!
Write about a childhood memory that brings you joy.
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