Life with my sister

I've waited long enough. I can't hold back any longer. I must confess. I don't like to garden. I know Abby said it was "therapeutic" and made her "heart glad", but it is neither therapeutic or making my heart glad to garden. It is in my blood to garden. My great grandmother ( who really was Great!) and my grandmother (who also is Great! but isn't called great grandmother by me, just my kids) and my very own mother (who, yes, is also Great, but who has ever heard of anyone called great mom?) enjoy gardening and their flowers were and are beautiful. Their yards are yards to envy. Made beautiful with all the color that God thought to put in flowers. There are small flowers, large flowers, bushes, and even little flower bed do-dads. But, I don't like to garden. For two reasons. 1- I don't like to sweat. 2- I don't like to get dirty. There. I've confessed. I will only sweat when I'm sitting by the pool. And I won't do that very lon...

Looking at my plants/flowers is therapeutic for me. I remember going through a rough spell some years back and a wise man telling me to go dig in the dirt. I never realized how much truth there was to that until then. The women in my family have a love for planting each Spring. I never understood that love until I started digging in the dirt myself. Granted, Randall likes to do most of the digging and planting around here, yet I still do enough to make my heart glad. I am realizing that I need to be out with the plants more. I am not spending as much time in my flowerbeds as I did in Byhalia. Life is different here, my priorities have shifted and the mosquitoes are insane. Yet, I must make it a priority to get outside more often and enjoy the beauty in my very own yard. Oh, bell pepper, What color will you be....red, orange or green? This year we planted 3 different types of bell peppers. Can you count all the tomatoes on the vine? We are excited about all these 'maters. We did n...