My passion is ...

fresh air

I know too much about ...

I can't tell you

My parents always told me ...

feed the animals first

My childhood ambition ...

translator at the United Nations

My favorite memory ...

My grandson telling me how much he loved me.

Why I write ...

to find myself

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Bob Dylan

My first job ...

working in my Grandma's restaurant

My best moment ...

hugging Lance on a rainy night upon return from his overseas assignment

My inspiration ...

the sun

Creative Writing > Memoirs My true garden story

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Weeds are the true measure of your gardening experience. Those people who travel by or visit you know right away the level of your gardening prowess and tolerability by the kinds of plants and weeds growing in your yard and garden. We bought an old farmhouse with a very old yard. The front lawn had been used as a driveway and was patchy and compacted. There was a hedgerow of beautiful old rose bushes and several lovely but overgrown lilac bushes. Many different varieties of weeds, dandelions, thistle grew abundantly in every corner. Spirea grew everywhere. It has been the curse of the gard...

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