Sounds like you both had great gardening days! I didn’t accomplish what you two have, but I did get out in the veg garden for a bit. Managed a little bit of hoeing and weeding before the bugs got too bad.
Girlangler—so sorry about your cuz, but at least your aunt has you! :) Sounds like your mom and your aunt are both going to have wonderful Mother’s Days! I love my mom, but we’re not close, not like my daughter and I are. Lot of history, on both sides. She’s gone to my baby sister’s for Mother’s Day. i hope they have a great time. Mom and I just clash too bad, and I would rather avoid a confrontation than fight.
My boss’ mom is in the last stages of dementia—not sure what the dif between that and alzheimer’s is, but I wouldn’t wish either one of them on my worst enemy. I love her like she was my grandma, and it’s so hard to watch her going downhill.
The last few weeks have been really bad, and it’s hard on everyone but harder on us than her.
On a much lighter note—#2 son asked me yest if he could prune a shrub that was in the way while he was trying to cook on the grill. Dummy me—I said yes. His idea of pruning and my idea are vastly different. Needless to say, I now have a banana shrub six feet tall that was perfectly shaped, “pruned” back to the trunk—on one side. Gritting teeth—he’s 18—crossing my fingers and hoping he moves out before I commit mayhem!
Y’all have a great mother’s day!
You also have a great Mother’s Day gardengirl, Grammy, and Diana.
LOL about your son, gardengirl. He was just pruning, his version of it, I am sure he meant no harm.
Last year another aunt, who is also elderly, gave me some honeysuckle (I know, you and Diana, this is bad stuff) and a wisteria. I planted them away from the other plants I value, and my hubby and grandson cut them down while mowing. Since we also had a drought last summer they didn’t come back, although I fretted about it and watered the place I planted them daily.
Well, those plants, gifts from my aunt, were gifts of love from this British relative, who shares with me often her pictures and stories about her family in England, and the beautiful gardens they grow in small spaces. Although some of the plants she buys me (and she is on SS and spending money for a plant for me is a BIG deal — a thank you for me taking her to a doctor’s appointment, etc.) are not those I would choose for myself, I understand how her effort is one of love for me.
So, she was planning on visiting me earlier this spring, and I agonized over her not seeing those gifts growing in my garden. So I went to WalMart and bought two more just like she bought me last year, planted them and waited for her visit.
I planted them, nurtured them. It was more for her than for me.
Last week, I caught hubby and my brother doing me a BIG favor landscaping. They had pulled up the wisteria (thought it was a weed). I quickly planted it again, and nursed it with a root stimulator. It was looking good, going to survive.
Then, a few days later, I go out and find a big landscaping board on top of it, it was bent over and distressed. I chewed them both out again (Don’t EVER pull up ANYTHING without consulting me first, and don’t lay lumber on top of my flowers)!!!!!
The poor plant, after some more nursing, is back alive again.
I may have to fight those plants someday, but they will be a special gift from my aunt Betty. I’ll keep ‘em pruned and controlled, and after my ashes are scattered among them and my other flowers, someone else can deal with them, never knowing how much I appreciated the special aunt who gave them to me.
Sheesh, we ought to be in the gardening thread!!!!