‘g’ is for garden… which we planted a week ago today. I am trying to coax my thumb to the darker side of green. My mother can grow anything. I, on the other hand, have killed an aloe plant. This year, the plot is smaller and more focused. It has a fence and texasnorth mulch [read: with cow and chicken contributions]. We’ve got beans, sweet peppers, sweet corn, tomatoes, squash, hot peppers, cucumbers, pickles, and pumpkins. If things go well, we’ll add space for carrots and potatoes next year.
‘g’ is for God… who drives the bus of my life. I am in charge of decoration and maintenance. I suck at maintenance.
‘g’ is for grandparents… of which I have one remaining. Grandma Betty Kluska, my mother’s mom, has an incredible story which deserves its own post. All grandparents deserve their own post. She turned 83 this year. Rylie is her only great-grand child, and I have loved watching these two opposite ends of life get to know each other. Gramma read a book on tape for Rylie, and I like knowing that we will always have her distinctive voice around.
‘g’ is for goats… which my parents raise down in Central Texas. Boer goats, officially. I think they got lonely when Danny and I left to make our way in the Big World. We love to visit the goats. They are just like big dogs… full of personality and character.
‘g’ is for Goonies… which needs no explanation.
and, ‘g’ is for grace… there’s a new grace for meals I’ve just learned in a book I’ve had since I was a child. I’m working on embroidering it for the dining area wall so we can always see it. It goes like this:
God, we thank you for this food,
For rest and home and all things good;
For wind and rain and sun above,
But most of all for those we love.
I do thank God for you. All the time.
See you Thursday! I’m going to try for the bloomer tutorial… so get out your scissors!