Dear Heather:

I was thinking about you the other day so I thought I’d write you a quick note.

The first word that always comes to mind when I think of you is feisty! Remember 10 or 15 years ago, the after-work drinks downtown when you were ready to take on the whole bar? Then the next morning at the Morning Glory Farm company meeting you looked pretty worn out.

After the meeting, you headed straight for your herb garden (and it was yours all right!) I watched you with that determined walk, head down, full speed. You really loved that herb garden and you were darned good at working it. Spring or fall we’d see nothing but your rear in the air, planting or picking.

And remember planting the mums in the early summer? To relieve the monotony we used to tell dirty jokes; you always had some really good ones.

And the little hut you lived in behind the blueberry field . . . you dolled that thing up pretty well with plants, fencing and your crazy painting on the inside.

Katrina Nevin
Katrina Nevin speaks at the Heather Jardin memorial. — Kelley Debettencourt

One thing I’ll never forget, Heather, is that you were one hell of a worker. When you decided to go off to college I thought, there is someone special, and you came back pretty smart too!

I always thought that when you grew up you were going to be something else! But now, darn it, that’s not going to happen.

With love,

Tom.