I am starting to get the hang of how to work this blog. Sort of obvious by the things I have added to it so far. Kind of figuring out how to make it reflect us. But at the moment it is reflecting more of me rather than B-Daddy. The picture above is one I took when our roses were in full bloom. Right now there are no flowers on our rose bushes. But they are looking fairly healthy based on how nice the new leaves look at this time. 2008 has been our gardening year. We are in the process of making our little piece of lot in this park look pleasing to the eye. So far it is coming along nicely and we have ideas to add to it as we are able. We planning to continue to tinker with the yard even through the winter so the weeds don't overwhelm us like they did this year. We figure poking through the yard and keeping the weeds pulled will help to maintain what we have done so far.
We approaching another season soon. And that means leaves, leaves and more leaves. We tend to have lots to rake up because of the trees that are around us. We still plan to meander through the local thrift shops and see if we can find pots or other interesting containers that will work as planters in the yard or on the steps. My hope is to have even more color next summer. I can dream anyway.
Gardening was something I was never really interested in or knew much about. But this year I have discovered the pleasure of making things grow and seeing them turn into a thing of beauty. Probably a result of needing to develop new things as we get used to being empty nesters. A feeling that still takes getting used to. Yesterday our area supervisor bought lunch for the rehab team to welcome our new Director or Rehab. The conversation turned to what people did on the weekend. There was talk of what people did with their kids. At that point I had nothing to add to the conversation. It was strange to not be talking about what I did with my children over the weekend. But I am not the only one. Two therapists are not married, one has college age kids, one guy is a father to be and then me with grown up kids. I believe I am the oldest therapist with the oldest kids in that group. Kind of a strange feeling I must tell you. I suddenly felt quite old compared to everyone else. Yep definitely strange. But I am happy to say I am basically young at heart with a young attitude most of the time. Gotta do something to keep people thinking I am younger than I really am.
We approaching another season soon. And that means leaves, leaves and more leaves. We tend to have lots to rake up because of the trees that are around us. We still plan to meander through the local thrift shops and see if we can find pots or other interesting containers that will work as planters in the yard or on the steps. My hope is to have even more color next summer. I can dream anyway.
Gardening was something I was never really interested in or knew much about. But this year I have discovered the pleasure of making things grow and seeing them turn into a thing of beauty. Probably a result of needing to develop new things as we get used to being empty nesters. A feeling that still takes getting used to. Yesterday our area supervisor bought lunch for the rehab team to welcome our new Director or Rehab. The conversation turned to what people did on the weekend. There was talk of what people did with their kids. At that point I had nothing to add to the conversation. It was strange to not be talking about what I did with my children over the weekend. But I am not the only one. Two therapists are not married, one has college age kids, one guy is a father to be and then me with grown up kids. I believe I am the oldest therapist with the oldest kids in that group. Kind of a strange feeling I must tell you. I suddenly felt quite old compared to everyone else. Yep definitely strange. But I am happy to say I am basically young at heart with a young attitude most of the time. Gotta do something to keep people thinking I am younger than I really am.
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