Nothing But Pretty
My mom has an amazing green thumb. This is a sampling of her garden this week. With 3 kids, the woman drove a lot of carpools when I was growing up. Carting around car fulls of kids, she entertained herself by calling out, "Look at the beautiful (fill in the blank with the name of whatever Atlanta bloom she saw from her seat at the steering wheel)". After her vocal observation she would ALWAYS instruct the car full of kids to reply, "Ewwwwww, AHHHHHHH"! I grew so accustomed to this interplay that I rarely took the time to look up from what I was doing to actually regard the beautiful blooms.
When the time came for me to go off to college, I suddenly realized that it would be a very long time before I would again live in a home with a yard like my mother's. After all, I hadn't paid much attention to all her horticulture lessons. In an effort to make up all my missed lessons, the summer before college I got a job at a local landscaping company (Post Properties, anyone) known for their gorgeous flowers. Well, I learned a lot and one day hope to have a yard as pretty as hers.
4 comments:
Can your Mother pay a visit to my flowerbed?
I unfortunately kill every plant I own. :o( I inherited it from my mom though. She is the same way. I think I would kill a weed if I owned one.
Hopefully you learned a lot the summer before college. Maybe you can teach me some tricks to keeping them alive. :o)
Lucky you. Her roses are growing up over the gutter? Wow. My dad had a green thumb. I appreciate it more every day.
Lucky you. Her roses are growing up over the gutter? Wow. My dad had a green thumb. I appreciate it more every day.
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