I’m glad you camePosted: 2012/07/20
When I was a little girl we had a HUGE garden complete with a fence covered in concord grapes as a divider across the entire width of the back yard and a garden gate. I spent many a hot, sweaty, dirty afternoon working while Dad supervised aka sat in the shade smoking a camel non filter and giving directions. I learned to plant, hoe, weed, and harvest. There was a small area that was just mine and each year I chose to plant gladiolus, gladioli, gladiola or however you choose to spell it. I haven’t had glads at this house until this year. In the middle of a drought, at the end of a stressful and emotionally taxing week complete with a 3 day headache, Daddy sent me this in the garden. I miss you Dad!