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Good morning ladies,
I wanted to be a slug and sleep longer today, but then I got to thinking about all the weeds out there, so decided to get my behinder parts out of bed and see what I can do about them. I don't know how hot it's supposed to be out there today, but I've got to do something. My Stargazer lilies are starting to lean pretty seriously and the buds have not even opened yet.

Gosh, Carrie, I am old enough to be your mother!! My oldest daughter is 45 and I keep asking her how she got to be so old when I am still such a spring chicken--most of the time whose spring has sprung.

Grace is a pretty serious little thing, although she laughs and jabbers a lot, but when she sees that camera she pretty much stops smiling and just stares at the camera. We don't have a whole lot of pictures of her smiling and I don't think any baby in the history of the world has had so many pictures taken of her. I like this one of her in the mirror. It's a happy face, even if it's not a huge grin. She has those huge serious blue eyes.

I like calling people by their names. I knew Dorothie's name, but no one ever called her that, but I'd rather if it's OK. If you want to remain undercover, it is OK with me.

I agree with your princely description of your husband, Dorothie. I have heard you say that about him before and I know how thankful you are to have him. Giving you a grade for just getting your shower done is precious and so encouraging. There are too few people like him in the world.

Carrie, when my three children were small, I asked God for enough time to watch them grow up. Then they started having children and I kind of reminded God that it would be nice if I could watch them grow up. I ended up with 11 grand and step-grandchildren. The youngest four are my son's. He married a lady with four little stairsteps and the youngest of them is about to turn 10. So my grandchildren are spread out from 26 to 10 in age. Two of the stepgrandchildren left as soon as they legally could and we don't know where either of them are. One has four children and the other has three, the last we heard.

Now my older grandchildren are having children and I am so thankful that God has given me so much more than I asked for. There are now two little boys, ages 4 and 2, another little girl that is about 18 months, and now Grace.

The other little girl's name is Patience and her parents have split up and are sharing custody and I never get to see her even though they don't live that far away. I can't drive far enough to catch up with whoever has her. I'll attach a cute picture of her just getting out of the pond she had been playing in. She's a beautiful little girl and a clone of her mother. My granddaughter is an alcoholic and uses drugs sometimes and has been in trouble with the law for driving while impaired and driving without a license. She thinks her beauty is going to get her through life. And she is beautiful.

The two little boys are Alex and TJ and they live almost three hours from me. They both have epilepsy and are on medications and doing wonderfully well. Their mother has done the most amazing job of working with them, and I can't tell her how proud I am of her. She's bipolar and makes the rest of us nuts sometimes, but she has dedicated her life to helping her sons and you can't ask for more than that. She and I stay in touch even though we don't see each other much. I don't have a good picture of the boys to share.

Well, do you think I have stalled long enough? Weeds and Stargazers await and I have those dahlia buds to check.

Talk to you precious ladies later.

Diane



I had to smile when you said you are amazed that there is anyone left in my family to worry--even with all we've been through, God has been good to us. We're all still here. Sometimes we limp and hobble, but we're still here.