This was always Harold’s favorite part of the day. Every morning he’d make coffee then go tend to his flower garden. I think he was more proud of those flowers than our children. After the stroke, he couldn’t take care of them, so the garden became my responsibility.
At first I didn’t enjoy gardening, but now it’s quite relaxing. I’ve even learned to use the woodchipper. It’s amazingly powerful but the clean up is a nightmare. Then again, I’ve always hated cleaning up after Harold.
The flowers look more brilliant than ever since I’ve taken over. The secret is in the mulch. It makes all the difference.
Harold loved his garden and the garden really seems to be loving Harold.