They made it back again. That’s twice now since the last time my parents have been back to see me. When I informed them of this, the immediate response was, ‘Grampa doesn’t have a job.’
psh. I still think that’s rather a remarkable fun fact.
I had a blast. And hope they did too. We spent a few hours touring around but come Wednesday, we really dug down deep. So to speak.
I’ve shown you pictures of Grama’s gardens and I couldn’t wait for her to help me with mine and all my flower pots. So on Wednesday, we started at Lowes, and then my dear MIL took us to the most beautiful nursery I’ve ever been to. Tucked back in the middle of nowhere.
At any rate, for the next two days Grama and I worked at the daffodil house and were quite pleased with our efforts.
We tickled roots and Gramps tickled the ivories. (He did pretty well for us not paying him much attention during the gardening hours.)
We ate every dinner out on the patio and it felt so ‘Californiaish’ to live outside.
They’re a blast to cook for. Gramps dives into everything, especially rice, and eats as if you were serving the most delectable of foods. And you can tell that Grama relishes the feeling of not being the one to cook dinner. I 100% know this feeling because I relish each meal my mother cooks for me when at the daffodil house. Or her house.
A great time. I loved being outdoors with Grama and actually learned quite a few tidbits. It gives me much joy to go around and pinch off plants, stick them in dirt and just plan on them rooting. (Who knew?)