So, we had a great day yesterday! Mom walked out to the mailbox (first time in months).Then she walked over to her flower bed and helped pick 5 tomatoes!
The last project Daddy accomplished before he died was putting in a flower "bed" for Mom. It is complete with an iron headboard and foot board, painted white. We watched from the porch as he brought multiple wheelbarrows full of soil, sawdust and compost (from his private pile).He took special care to make sure it was level, put sideboards in and planted beautiful flowers to imitate a quilt. The idea was for it to look like a "bed." For a while, as it began to grow and fill in the gaps between plants, it gradually took shape and actually had the "look" Daddy had envisioned when he worked so hard to set it up. Job well done. As it began to grow, of course, it needed to be weeded. As I relieved the bed of its unwanted visitors, something caught my eye. A TOMATO PLANT!! O yes. apparently some wayward seed from Dad's compost pile had found its way into the specialty soil he'd prepared for Mom's bed. It definitely liked it there and none of us had the heart to yank it out. So it grew. And grew and bloomed and produced its fruit. And Mom went out and picked them. And ate them in a tomato sandwich. "Jack, I'm eating some of your tomatoes!" She said. It was a good day.
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