I had my Dad pinky swear that he would not work in the garden unless I was there. Well, he is a stubborn Italian and he planted some more veggies.
Some butternut squash -
And, halfway through the tomatoes, I caught him and helped him finish the rest - 24 plants.
Had my brother passed in the winter, I don't know how Dad would cope. Come the fall, that is another story.
"Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists." - Antonio Porchia