MY GARDEN

Spring is here!  It’s my favorite time of the year.  Kenzie, my 3 year old granddaughter, has started in soccer and RJ, my 6 year old grandson, in baseball.  Kenzie lives here so I get to see a lot of her “games.”  Once our vaccines are done, we’ll be on our way to baseball in Georgia.

Thanks to the magic of the internet, we get to see Jackson play baseball and Hannah play volleyball in Virginia.  Sooner or later, we’ll work our way up to Virginia.  I have two elderly uncles in the Norfolk area.  One turns 99 soon and I really want to celebrate his birthday with him this year.

The builders are here this am putting in my raised garden.  I love growing fresh veggies.  I love tending to and nourishing my garden, watching it bear fruit.  In Illinois, LZFTC was my garden; and the infants, children, and adults I cared for over 34 years were my precious fruits. 

I watched my families grow into second and third generations.  I’ve lost track of most of them but am secure that they are doing well.  The kids of the kids I took care of when I first opened LZFTC are graduating from college, getting married and having babies.

Now, my children and grandchildren are my main focus and Renee and I will tend to them and nourish them for as long as we can.  I’ve complained bitterly that there is not much I can do.  In reality, I have my family to tend to and, by the end of the day, my garden.

I’ve had two really bad days in a row.  This morning it took me 10 minutes to move from one end of the house to the other to get to this laptop so that I could write this article.  The journey from my room to the kitchen has left me wondering, “Will I be able to tend to my garden?”  We shall see. The journey from the kitchen to the garden is about the same distance as from my bedroom to the kitchen. 

They say, “Where there is a will, there is a way.”  My will is strong. I’m going to pick fresh greens spring and fall.  I’m going to have gazpachos and cold cucumber soup made from fresh tomatoes and cucumbers picked fresh every morning. 

When I say “I,” I really mean Renee and me.  She has become my hands and feet and has taken on a huge amount of what I used to do.  I need to buy her a cap and vest for when she is the chauffeur, a chef’s hat and apron for when she’s cooking and a skimpy, lacey outfit for when she’s dressing me or . . .

Spring is a time to renew and grow.  My recent articles have been a form of spring cleaning. I’m ready to plant seeds in the garden, ideas in those who read this blog.

Today’s seed to plant and nourish:  be happy with what you have, enjoy it while you can as you never know what tomorrow holds.  Don’t put off the happy!

Here’s your joke for the day:

Two boys were walking in the forest…

… and they came across the most beautiful women taking a bath in a hot spring. Upon seeing this, one boy took off running, and the other went after him. When he caught up to the other, he asked “Why did you run off?” To this the other replied, “Well, my mom told me that if I ever saw a naked woman I would turn to stone, and I felt something getting hard!”

Another?

John Snow was at a bar outside the great wall drinking. A beautiful girl comes inside and her eyes meet his. She likes him, so she goes and introduces herself.

-Hello, handsome. My name is Jenny Spring. What’s yours?

John laughs and continues with his drink.

-Why is this funny?

John Snow responds,

-Nothing. I just imagined how rare it would be to have 7 inches of Snow in Spring…

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