I share this because after the funeral, I went home to my parent's house and worked my butt off all day Sunday renovating Mom's pond, running errands, and generally giving her some break time from caring for my father.
I was beat when it was over, but I kept thinking how lucky I was to be working in my childhood yard with both of my 83 year old parents sitting on the deck giving me directions.
It was a fine day, blue sky, no clouds, low humidity ... perfect for yardwork.
|Mom's amaryllis from the family farm up in Pennsylvania are at their peak right now. I have these on my place too, so the heirloom connection is intact.|
|About midway through the process.|
I drained the pond, scooped out goo, divided iris plants, cut back the advancing horde of shrimp plants, gravelled the surrounding area, replanted the iris, and planted a blue-eyed grass.
|When it was over, it looked something like this.|
Mom was pleased, Dad was pleased.
So was I.