Gardening is therapeutic

I recall the day my Dad told me he thought I was old enough to start cutting the grass. I can’t recall my age but we were living in Scarborough, so I’m guessing I was 13. The big deal was that the lawnmower was gas-powered! So the risk of doing something dumb, like a teen…

A few minutes of sunshine!

I don’t think this has ever happened to us before. After the heavy rains of yesterday morning, we had the sun break out and the temperature got up to 17 degrees. I decided I had to get out of the house and enjoy part of the day so I went out the back. Wendy and…