We can't purify our blessings. Perhaps, sometimes, we can distill them.
okay,I had something,and now I'll just say ... what Ms. Moon said.
thinking of you. thankful for you. grow, garden grow. see you soon.xo
may you wake at dawn and know in every cellthe seeds your father left in the form of a kitchen garden are blossoms in you.love you...
Sending hugs for your blue and wishing I could offer more comfort. xox
I am heartbroken to hear about the theft of the chef tools. So so sorry. I am glad your parents were there for you and your dad is so handy and thoughtful. Beautiful garden on so many levels. (Also, thanks for the Ass family. brillz)
You are so so so lucky to have them. I am glad in my heart that you do.xor
Your parents sound awesome. Remind me of mine. The day they leave is always the hardest. love to all of you. Glad you have a garden to love.
Beautiful, Elizabeth. I'm sorry you're blue...
He built a box garden for you during his visit. So sweet.
What a gift for you to all have had this time together. And I love the reminders you'll continue to get in the form of lovely things growing in your garden...
Dad created a lovely growing area for you. You'll feel his love every time you look at it.