My mother cares for her home and garden with a standard of care that surpasses what we see in this generation.
She's 70 somethin and works on her home with the vigor of someone half her age and twice her ability.
I enjoyed her garden this Christmas. It is like an oasis in a sea of ickyness. You can sit in her garden and contemplate life, sip a cuppa tea, and feel the warmth of the morning sun on your face.
The plants are loved and they show it in return to anyone who wants to be in their presence and experience their love. Nice...!
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