When I was a little girl I used to stay at my Grandma's house in Minnesota sometimes over the summer. She LOVES gardening! Her yard was always filled with beautiful roses and flowers of all kinds and vegetables and her grass was always soft and without weeds. Last year she sold her house and moved to an assisted living home because she had trouble going up and down the steps anymore and could no longer drive a car and her memory is getting worse. We stayed in her house one last time last summer after she had moved. It was so sad to see the house mostly empty except for a couch, a bed and a table my Mom and her sisters had left to "stage" the place.
When my Grandpa was alive, (he passed away before I was born) they owned a gas station in a small little town and later after he passed, they wanted to put a road through it, so they paid my Grandma to move. She had this house built which I think that my Dad helped design, and made cabinets for. They made it so there could be a renter downstairs to help with her expenses. I always remember having to not be noisy as not to bother the renters. She was very proud of this house.
Her garden which was once beautiful and well kept, had gotten overgrown and not as well taken care of. This spring she fell and broke her hip at the assisted living home, and about a week or two later she had a heart attack and was air lifted to a hospital and was there for quite a while. Once "home" again, she fell and shattered her wrist and had to have surgery on it. She is now in a nursing home near my Auntie who has been helping to take care of her since she lives nearby. I am sad for her to be in such pain all of the time and I know that I should call her but am afraid she won't remember me or I will cry. I think part of it is I want to remember her how she was, in this house, helping her garden, taking walks around the neighborhood after we ate supper. Christmas as a child with her little fake tree and snow all around the yard. Falling asleep on the pullout couch listening to my Mom and her talk and waking up in the morning to breakfast set out of toast and jam and eggs.
This was my Grandma's garden the last time we went.
I have always wanted a garden but I have always used the excuse that we live on a busy street and we have kids and our lives are so busy, so it is hard to get anything done. Well, this year I decided to just do it! I am painting the shutters and the trim that I have hated for so long, I am cleaning up debris and twigs and random growing trees, and cleaning up our yard to make it a great place for the kids to have memories. And you know what? THE KIDS LOVE IT TOO!
Last week, I asked my Dad for some pallets from work and he brought these over instead! Two little raised garden boxes for the kids and I to plant an herb garden in. I took some old tires and planted the tomatoes in and started cleaning up our little side yard area.
Ethan and Kaia said they would help because they learned how to do it in school!
There is a LOT more work to be done, since we have neglected it for so long, but I know we can do it!
Someday I will make cute little markers so we can tell what's what, but for now the ones that came with the plants will do.
Nora loved playing in the dirt, and kept bringing me little plants to put in.
I chose herbs and things that we generally use around our house. Thai basil, cilantro, parsley, jalepenos, and mint! I hope next year to add a vegetable garden and maybe some pumpkins! We'll see. A girl can dream, right? I halfway joked around about wanting chickens next year, but I actually really do! Maybe by then I will have this gardening thing down and can handle another project! I think I will send some pictures of the kids gardening to cheer my Grandma up... :)