Yesterday
Yesterday turned out to be a nice day. The teachers are on strike so I was at home with my little guy. The sun was shining so it was a perfect day to work in the garden. It was the first time my son offered to work in the garden with me. And work he did. He raked all the debris under the large rhodo for me which is an akward job unless you are 3 and 1/2 feet tall. Then I would fill buckets up with weeds and such and he would take them and dump them for me. We chatted the whole time and it was very special for me. I wonder if he will have a garden when he has a house of his own?
posted by Sandy at 9:18 AM
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That's beautiful. Much better than the story my mom tells of me at age five 'weeding' out all her tulip foliage!
I survived to be a gardener, wouldn't be a bit surprised if he does too.
I read to him what I had written about him on my blog. He hugged me and said "Of course I'll have my own garden Mom".
My son likes the outdoors and has had his own garden area since he's been 3. This year, at 18, he planted mostly marigolds in the spot, but at least it's something. : )
He is a freshman at Penn State majoring in Earth Science, maybe changing to Meteorology(his true interest) when he moves on to the main campus of PS or another school.
You must be very proud of him Dianne! My son likes to buy and plant flowers for containers,but this was this first time he actually worked in the garden without being asked.
You must be damn proud ?
I was actually.
Aww I can still remember what a good feeling that is! I wish my daughter would do it again with me, she did it sometimes when she was younger, but now at the age of 17 she has no interest in the garden whatsoever. But then I didn't have it in her age too, but since I have my own garden I'm gardening a lot with my mum, we just did yesterday, so I think there is hope!
Why are the teahcer's on strike? Is there public support??? They just did that a few years ago. Hummm.
My parents were never really what I would consider gardeners but they always had a tidy yard. My great grandmother was suppost to have been a fabulous gardener and her garden was named The Izel Cottage. That is why I named my garden that.
I think most people start to garden when they have a home of their own. I was 19 when had mine and that is when I started to garden. It all started with a packet of sweet peas......
Hi Wendy-I thought that would get your attention. They want more money and better teaching conditions. Smaller classroom sizes etc. I'm not sure about how much support they are getting. I support them and am going to bring some cookies or donuts by the school on Tuesday. You'll have to read about it at Canada.com.
VERY cool. My mom shared gardening with me and it stuck, for life.
Too bad they are using our kids as a bargaining tool, though. I guess when all bargaining tools are taken away, they go after the innocent instead of who they have issue with. Okay, don't get me started, I'm already fuming. I think Miss Ginny needs to be replaced. Okay, okay, I'll stop.
Welcome back Mrs Wilson and a happy belated birthday to you. Make a date and I'll treat you for lunch. I'm not going to touch the strike thing though....we seem to be on opposite sides of the fence. I can agree to disagree though buddy!
Oh Sandy, that's why I love you. I'm glad we can appreciate each others differences. Who knows, maybe when we listen to others we can see things a little differently, from a different perspective.
Oh yes, your garden is amazing, I need a personal tour. Love the colours. You are so good at having a beautiful garden with great colour all year. This may be one of my favorite times of the year in your garden. Ok, every time is a favorite time of year in your garden. You inspire me.
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