Growing up in southwestern New York, I was the youngest of three daughters. We Hannigan girls learned about the three sisters crops of the Iroquois: corn, climbing beans, and winter squash. Fair-haired, blue-eyed Cheri was maize. Cindy, with her beautiful hands and stubbornness, was a green bean. And that left late-ripening butternut squash for me.

That’s a beautiful photo. One of my younger cousins nicknamed her gorgeous little girl “Butternut.”
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Wonderful words, wonderful photo.
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