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?
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Not creepy at all. Says I who sat in front of a potted snap dragon snapping it's little snappers all evening and muttering about just how much I love it.
Hmmm, sounds like our moms are very similar... Maybe they're sisters? Your description of your mom working in the garden matches mine to a tee. And no, it's not creepy to talk to plants.
You are smitten.
Aww, I LOVE it! My mom was the same way. She even loved mowing the grass. And I never ever EVER thought I would say this, but one thing I am looking forward to in my upcoming move/new residence is the small back yard where we will plant herbs, flowers, and possibly a veggie or two! And half of the fun is going to be doing it TOGETHER with The Architect. Sigh...I can't wait!!!
....look around...pigs are flying somewhere!!!
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