You are inimitable, Erin. I spent many an unpleasant hour behind our Toro. Then my parents made the discovery that I could make anything grow so got promoted to working the gardens and my little brother wrestled the monster through the swampland that was our backyard. Your story brought back an almost ancient rite of passage many brats will never know because they are too busy being coddled by their nursemaid computers.
I probably should shut up, they'll probably be my doctor when I'm todding around the old-age home "with a lovely garden view." The doc will be telling my kids "She'd be in better shape, but she keeps sneaking out to the garden and seems happier covered in dirt and scratches than sitting with the other inmates, I mean patients, watching T.V."
I can only imagine what you might find to get into in your golden years.
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I probably should shut up, they'll probably be my doctor when I'm todding around the old-age home "with a lovely garden view." The doc will be telling my kids "She'd be in better shape, but she keeps sneaking out to the garden and seems happier covered in dirt and scratches than sitting with the other inmates, I mean patients, watching T.V."
I can only imagine what you might find to get into in your golden years.