But yesterday was different. We were given the opportunity to really garden! Dad officially turned over his two tiered flower garden (and his old antique trowel) to Jim and I to care for. At age 90, Dad decided he was ready to simply enjoy the garden - not work it. And so with great enthusiasm Jim and I dug in yesterday; first spending the morning roaming the garden centers for a mass of annuals and then spending the rest of the day planting, moving, weeding and watering. It was the most fun I've had in ages. Today will be round two (even though my body is protesting just a bit)!