Gardening in the Genes

Above is a picture of Grandma Doll and Francis, a blossoming gardener (wink, wink). You might notice the coveted Frog Boots if you look closely (but don't ask how much they cost me). I mentioned to Barb that I wanted my garden to be symmetrical but never seem to have the time/energy to finish it up, and she instantly became a dynamo.

This



turned into this:


to match this



ohmygod, the woman is a saint, no? And I am hoping to turn Francis into a gardener. I think it is very healthy for him to be digging in the dirt, exploring, learning in a very organic (wink, wink) way. Currently, however, his real love affair is with the garden hose. (Must remember to close the front door when Francis is in charge of the hose, however).