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Samantha BuschThe garden started as something I loved but somewhere along the way it became something we loved. This spring Kyle spent days installing a fully automated irrigation system because in true Kyle fashion he never did anything halfway. He hung the glass hearts we’d collected over the years from our trips to Mexico and decided he knew exactly how to prune the tomato plants for maximum growth after watching one reel. I planted every tomato variety I could find and way too many cucumbers because I loved making his favorite homemade pickles and every summer we’d make caprese from the garden and enjoy it on the back deck with a glass of wine. Those first days after he passed, I’d come out here alone. I’d talk to him. I’d pray to God. I’d cry until I didn’t have any tears left. Now the kids come with me. We pick vegetables, get our hands dirty, and tell stories about Daddy coming out to inspect everything like he’d been farming his whole life. Every tomato we pick and every cucumber we pull reminds me of the life we were still building together. I just wish he were here to enjoy it with us. Somehow, though, every time we’re out here, surrounded by the things we planted and built together, he still feels close.
On the profile · Jul 2, 2026