Our Garden

We have a big planting space in our backyard, that is usually filled with dirt and weeds. The kids love to dig around in it, play in the mud, and make "cakes." But what they'd really love........is a garden! I've had the best of intentions for the planter, but on my list of things to do, it always seems to fall last. In passing, I mentioned to Grandma and Papa how the kids would love to do some planting. Maybe they could help us? But, as I should already know by now, you can't mention anything to Grandma and Papa because they latch onto it and run with it. They love us so much, and are always listening, and I mean truly listening to what we say, that the moment you utter anything you may want to do, they're on it. Also, they don't do anything, anything, half way. So when Grandma and Papa, say they're going to come over and garden, you better be ready. They showed up with tons of plants, soil, and Papa's excellent tools, many of which I remembered using when I was a little girl and I would help Papa dig holes and plant flowers in the backyard. We tilled the soil, and organized our layout. We dug holes, loosened up roots, and planted beans, tomatoes, lettuce, garlic, mint, cucumbers, parsley, and strawberries. Finally, we watered- everyone's favorite. Now, the garden is beautiful, and we watch it everyday for signs of growth. Every time I see it, I smile, because it reminds me how much my parents love me. How when they love you, they love you all the way. How they care about what you say, and what you're interested in, and how they can help you. And how they're always willing to go all they way to make something beautiful and special, just for you, because they love you.