|One year after moving in we had grass! Spring 1994|
The first few years Gene worked 12 hour days on the weekends. Saturdays I would clean the house, mow the very small lawn and maybe do laundry or clean all the windows. There would be time to make curtains or other crafty projects. And Sundays were my day to "work on the garden". Within a couple of years we had grass, shrubs in the front yard and "the plan" for the backyard garden.
|Prep for "dry river bed" walk way. 1995|
Sam kept me company as I dug, sifted and moved dirt to one pile and rocks to other piles. Dig, sift and haul away. This continued for 3 or 4 years. Finally Gene moved to a Monday-Friday schedule and we bought a tiller to help with the digging.
|Sam smiling for her picture or laughing about all the rocks! 1995|
|Walkway plantings, wall and base rock installed by us in 1999.|
|Completed walk with plants outnumbering rocks in 2003 summer.|
I loved working in the yard, expanding, moving and managing to make more than I ever dreamt possible. Unfortunately all the manual digging took a toll on my body, especially my knees. Four years ago I was advised to have surgery on my right knee. Insurance riders would not allow the insurance to cover the surgery.
The last few years work in my beloved garden, the place I dug out not just rocks but worked on hard spots in my life, lay almost neglected at times. Each year found me less able to do the thing I enjoyed so much. I had convinced myself that it just would never be possible to work in my garden again. That I would never walk the mile circuit that long departed Sam and I walked so many times. I was certain I had nothing..... But after the class today I came away with a glimmer of hope that just maybe ......
|Walkway garden in early spring, 2007.|