Every mother’s day I can remember my mom would ask to go to our local nursery. We would all go as a family to pick out flowers, vegetables and herbs for the garden. I remember loving the warm green houses. Mom would always ask what I wanted to plant. And I would pick out snap dragons or moss roses. This is the first year that I couldn’t go with her. It made me realize how much those trips meant to me. Even though it was our gift to her. I found my self missing those days of shopping and planting. It was so simple. Yet, filled with hope and love. All she really wanted was for us to have happy family memories together. Now that I’m a mom I’ve found my self longing for that same kind of mothers day.
The garden’s been growing with out much help from me lately. Well, other than fending off the baby and puppy. So far we have happy beets, swiss chard, zucchini, spinach, and peas. The carrots are just starting to sprout. We could never get carrots to grow back home in Traverse City, MI. I’ve hoping it’s just warm enough here in Toledo. I’m looking foreword to our family nursery trip this week. We should get some more herbs, tomatoes, and peppers.
Here’s a picture of the squash sprouts
For now it’s just me Uli and the pups. We’ve learned to live with postponed holidays. I wouldn’t change it. Because when Jeff gets off duty we’ll be able to focus on our family. I already asked to go to the nursery together. We’ll see what Uli picks out for the garden.
