June 23rd,2010 Wednesday

My corn is almost as high as the top of my head, and so beautiful. The bright green leaves, stalks shooting up to the heavens. No wonder I enjoy watering twice a day. My tomatoe plants are already bearing small fruit. Do you remember your first garden? I do. Even now. The memory so vivid in my mind that I can almost smell the early Spring flowers in bloom. I was just a child as I followed my father and mother into the freshly tilled garden.

Poem

People plant gardens for a variety of reasons. Some plant because they depend on the produce a garden provides. Other people garden because they enjoy the beauty of the flowers and shrubs in bloom. Exercise. Relaxation. Reasons for gardening might fill a wheelbarrow. But always, theres a reason why the garden is planted. And the reason often gives us insight into the gardener's character.

The Truth

About one year ago (12-15-2009) by this time in the morning I would probably be one my 6th beer. With all day to go. But now I am working on a mailbox cover, and the squares for a quilt I am attempting to piece together. Earlier I was wondering, as a child did anyone ever ask me what I wanted to be when I grow up or did I think of it on my own? I truley don't remember. Do you remember that very thing about yourself? Please take a few minutes to say. Did life turn out like you thought it would? Do you feel as if you are where you are for a good positive reason? It would be a Blessing to me and others if you would take time to write and let everyone know exactly what you think about thoughtout your day. LindaG.