What,Gramma?
Check out your garden.
You have frog benches!
Huh?
What are frog benches?
That’s what your daddy called toad stools,when he was your age.
He did?
…Weird…
…Sometimes,I wonder about Daddy...
That means there is good stuff under the ground.
---actually,it’s the rotting oak tree ,I think---
For your garden to grow.
It’s a good thing.
W-e-l-l…
….ok,then…
….but I still think Daddy was weird to call them frog benches….
And look at your Queen Emma Crinum.It has babies!
Babies…like I used to be?
‘cause I’m almost a big girl,
like Gina,
…now.
Yes,I know.
Please,don’t grow up too fast,ok?
Ummmm…
….Gramma,I’ll try.
…….Soooo,Emma…..
you have almost a grove of Queen Emma Crinums…
Not counting the ones I’m hiding from those mean Lubbers.
I think I don’t like those meanie old Lubbers.
Me,neither.
…..And look at the orchids…..
I think your great grandpa would be proud,don’t you?
Yep!
….But.….
Gramma,why don’t you label those orchids?
Because I’m not your Great Grandpa,or your Great Uncle Ross.
…sorry…
That’s ok.They’re still pretty flowers,anyways.
Thank you,Emma,
and thanks for your input.
No problem,Gramma.
Anytime
Emma,say good gardening to the readers,Emma….
Good gardening,readers!
xoxoxo