It was sad for me during college not to have that familiar, weekly visit. My Grams is s trip. She says offensive things without intending to be mean, it's just how things come out and she comes up with the craziest sayings. To quote a few:
- Smart as a fart in a gail of wind
- No new dead horses in the bathtub
You get the idea. Anyhow after my return home from college it just seemed natural to resume my visits. I have such a special relationship with my Grams and I cherish the time we get to spend together. It is sad that she has 12 grandchildren and at least that many great grandchildren all who love in close proximity and very few bother to take the time to visit. They really have no idea what they are missing out on.
Boy did I veer of the original topic of this post. Gardening is the one thing that Grams loves and has always given her joy. She fills her yard with as many flowers as will fit in an array of bright colors. You can't help but just look around in awe. And flowers love her. Everything she plants grows bigger and more beautiful that you could ever anticipate. And the animals love it.
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