But in the summer she had her mornings to herself. After training her body to wake up at 5 am and get to work she couldn't turn it off, so she spent a good couple of hours working in her garden.
And let me tell you, her garden is spectacular.
But I always thought she was little bit crazy. I'd see her out there in her t-shirt 3 sizes too big, wide brimmed straw hat and sweat dripping down her face and just shake my head. I didn't get it.
But I think I'm starting to.
I get an absurd amount of joy from working in my garden. When it seems like I can't accomplish anything it is so rewarding to look back at a freshly weeded plot. Every time I pull into my driveway and see this as I walk up to my front door I feel as proud as a fifth-grader who just won the spelling bee.
Don't even get me started on the relationship I have with my tomato seedlings. On a scale from 1 to 10 how creepy is a person who baby-talks to plants?