I so wish I had a photo to show you, but twenty-five years ago we didn't have cell phones available for instant picture taking. Let me tell you about a special garden and the love that grew in that garden.
Bill had torn his achilles heel, and had to have surgery. April weather teased with premature heat.
His adult daughter was sitting in the kitchen talking to her dad. My granddaughter Ashley was seven and Kyle was three. Before his injury, Bill had tilled the garden in preparation for planting. He complained,
"I sure wish I could put in my garden, but it looks like this year I'm not going to be able to hobble out there and get the plants in the ground."
Ashley and Kyle asked for large serving spoons and headed outdoors to plant PawPaw's garden. We thought it was cute they were going to pretend to help. They ran in and out the door as we adults conversed. At some point Ashley discovered a full shopping bag filled with spring arts and crafts supplies. She somehow sneaked by us with it.
An hour later she and Kyle came indoors beaming proudly.
"PawPaw, come see. We planted your garden for you!"
He hobbled to the door and peered out at a garden filled with a variety of more than a hundred artifical flowers. It was the cutest thing EVER!