I’ve heard it said that God has a sense of humor, and I agree completely.
First, He blessed my husband and me with quadruplets. They are 23 years old now, but this photo is way too cute not to post. Sadly, both my mom and dad passed away before my children were born. I had two doctors while I was expecting. One was named Lillian and the other James. Do you want to guess what my parents’ names were? Yep, Lillian and James. God does have a sense of humor, because I know that my parents were laughing when I gave birth to quadruplets. I wasn’t the easiest child. . .
Next, God chose to plant me here, in the country, on six acres of land. I grew up in a lake community where the homes were so close together we could talk to one another from our windows. Our property was so small is could be cut with one of those push mowers that doesn’t even have a motor. Actually, scissors probably would have been fine. Gardening is not my thing - - - so I told God.
He laughed and said, “I know the plans I have for you . . .”
I told God I would do what He asked, but I could really use some help. I told Him that I would plant if He would water. He laughed at that too.
So maybe someone out there reading my blog could help me. Do you like to water? No, only kidding.
This garden faces southeast. The hibiscus in the corner is doing really well, but the rest of the plants aren’t quite as happy. See that vent down low on the house? That’s the dryer vent. Plants don’t seem to care for it much.
The hibiscus is happy. Maybe a whole garden of hibiscus. See my orange snail in the window. Isn’t he cute?
The hibiscus is chock full of buds. I can’t wait until it blooms.
Even my potted plants aren’t so happy. The bear are going after the ants in the tree stump, so I may have to move this plant before it falls.
Then there is this garden. I have put a lot of sweat equity into this garden. Although it is on the east side of the house it is very shady because of all the trees. The myrtle is doing well and a couple of ferns, but that is about it. Oh, yes, the hostas were doing great also until the deer came along and ate them. There are lots of critters around here that like to eat what does seem to thrive.
Well, dear reader, do you think you can help me? Any and all advice and suggestions will be very much appreciated.
We’ve been living here for seventeen years, and I’m hearing God say, “Maybe you better get some help.”
He does have a sense of humor – doesn’t He?