I do think of my grandmother when I garden. She had a green thumb. She was in her 70's when she had a stroke while climbing one of her fruit trees. She died then. I'm that age now, so I don't climb up too high.
I do think of my grandmother when I garden. She had a green thumb. She was in her 70's when she had a stroke while climbing one of her fruit trees. She died then. I'm that age now, so I don't climb up too high.
How does one mature in an immature environment? My "cloistered brothers" were telling me that they feel sorry and don't know...
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