(my mom's garden)

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On Sunday we spent some time outside

in the garden.

Mom had Grace planting herbs

and Jacob planting cucumbers.

Ethan was busy hammering together

another wooden garden frame.

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I find my mom inspiring.

I did a little weeding

but spent most of the time

wandering around with my camera.

I enjoy how she has little personal touches around.

Like this “My Garden” sign

and the birdbath.

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And this clever way

to keep track of the garden gloves.

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These old wagon wheels must’ve

come from the farm and are now propped up by the shed.

She loves her garden shed.

She even has a little twin-sized bed in it.

Dad and Mom take naps there sometimes.

Just for fun.

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An old enamel tub had pototoes in it,

waiting to be planted.

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And I found this old piece of iron

on the fence post that helps

contain the concord grape vines. . . . .

all these things say to me

“Mom’s been here!  Mom’s been here!”

Almost like her signature was signed

with a flourish all over the gardens.

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“The more things thou learnest to know and enjoy,

the more complete and full will be for thee

the delight of living.”

Phalen

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  3. Hey Shanda,
    I grew up in farm country too and I was near tears reading about your grandparents farm. I can so relate to the smell you couldn’t exactly describe, the milking barn and the farm experience. I would be so sad to see the farm we grew up on sold. I didn’t actually live on that farm, but I was there a lot and it was home to me.  When my older girls were little I took them back there for the opportunity to learn Dairy Production. In exchange for teaching them all about the dairy farm, the girls fed calves for Joyce…..who is like a 2nd mom to me.  They loved it. Joyce let them name all of the calves and she taught them so many neat things. After our lesson each week I took them out to the barn I used to play in and they got to ride on the big rope swing I rode on as a kid. It goes out over the cow poop where the cows like to roam when they’re inside but not being milked. We used to build forts with hay bails in there and I remember screaming in horror a time or ten when we discovered a dead mouse in that hay. We used to hunt down the newborn kittens and mother them to death. There were always kittens there……and often there were puppies too. I loved to stomp around in my barn boots. The bigger the mud pile the better for me.:):)
    Yep, you sparked some memories for me here. I really enjoyed your walk down memory lane, although I sensed a feeling of melancholy for you.
    Your Mom’s gardening pictures are beautiful. How special. I’m so glad you got the opportunity to spend time there with her.
    Have a blessed week,
    Jana

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  4. What a neat little spot! And I love the little “bed in the shed” idea.  I’m glad you got to spend some time at your mom’s~

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  18. I want a book of your pictures to sigh over on lazy Sunday afternoons. I’d flip through the pages and think “Oh, how I’d love to walk there”, or “maybe I could try that”. What a blessing it would be.

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