I am finding this new adventure of having so much time with Jon . . . . too wonderful to put in words. In case I ever forgot, this is a wonderful reminder why I married him over thirty three years ago. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with the nicest, sweetest, funniest, loveliest man (with just enough weird to make him more interesting) I had ever met. Oh how blessed I am to have turned this corner with him.
Don't know how long we will be able to keep this new routine we have slipped so comfortably into, I hope it is forever. Busy, busy but lacking so much of the stress and pressure that life heaps on top of us.
P.S. I will be so glad when all of the grape vines are in. It kills me to see him out every day digging through that nightmare of a yard we have to get the holes deep enough for them and the gate posts. I sure hope they will thrive and give us nice juicy grapes some day . . . in the not too distance future, he has certainly earned it.
Don't know how long we will be able to keep this new routine we have slipped so comfortably into, I hope it is forever. Busy, busy but lacking so much of the stress and pressure that life heaps on top of us.
P.S. I will be so glad when all of the grape vines are in. It kills me to see him out every day digging through that nightmare of a yard we have to get the holes deep enough for them and the gate posts. I sure hope they will thrive and give us nice juicy grapes some day . . . in the not too distance future, he has certainly earned it.
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Give them a couple years and they should be nice! If your ground is anything like ours...I know what you are talking about. it was like trying to dig trough concrete when we went to put in our little rose bushes.
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