Greener Thumb

Beautiful, aren’t they?  These flowers all come from the best gardener in Lansing: my mom.

For the past few days, I’ve been put in charge of watering my mom’s beautiful flower garden.  This may be peanuts for the majority of you reading this blog, but I’m pretty sure that the whole green thumb thing skipped my generation.  I don’t think that there’s a genetic scheme for that theory.  My mom’s father, Papa to me,  had an amazing vegetable and fruit garden that the entire family was able to enjoy; bushels and bushels of tomatoes and cucumbers were delivered on a weekly basis.  I loved going down to the “big garden” to see what goodies had shown up since the last time I visited Papa’s house.  It was a good way to get a little girl to eat her veggies.

“Is that from Papa’s garden?”

“Of course.”

Sold.

I might have the ability to garden, but perhaps it’s the interest that was never passed down to me.  But despite that, I do love to tip toe through these gardens.  So please consider this post a “shout out” to my mom’s green thumbs.

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