my Grandpa and fresh fruit

My Grandpa looks like a movie star in this photograph, but he wasn't a movie star, he was a fruit farmer in Orem, Utah. He died before Kyle and Jordan were born and I have to go back many years before that to remember what he was really like, the pre-stroke days. It is hard to remember because I was young and we lived in another state. We'd see him once a year during our annual trip to Utah from Oregon. But what I do remember is full of warmth, and love, and fun, and laughter. If I had one more day with him, I'd pick fruit with him in his orchards. He'd saddle up his horses and he'd take my children on horsey rides up and down the lane to his barn. We'd have a delicious pot luck dinner with the whole Pyne family under the cherry trees. Then we'd sit on his back porch and relax while the little ones, my children and my cousin's children, would play in the irrigation ditch and snitch berries in the garden. It would be a glorious day. How I miss him and his fruit farm! I have decided to decorate my kitchen in a way that really reminds me of him and his fresh fruit. As a little girl, I didn't know I had it so good. Now, as a big girl, I know how good I had it. And surrounding myself with decorations with the theme of fresh fruit makes me very happy.