"Mama's always finding something to snap in the backyard," I said to the Husband, as I peeked out the back door to see what she was snapping.
"She'll always find something," said he.
The temperature was in the 50s. Very cold, she would complain, if she was inside the house.
Outside, she doesn't feel how cold it is because she says she's always moving. Always doing something in her garden. She has already dug up her vegetable boxes. I won't be surprised if she starts planting beans next month and then complains a month later why it takes so long for them to sprout.
That's the Mama. Keeps her strong, I know. She is, I believe, healthier than the Husband and me right now.
At least all the trees are pruned. The apple trees. The persimmon trees. The apricot tree. The miracle tree. The avocado trees. The ornamental pear tree on the front yard. Too bad we didn't have a prune tree to prune.
Of course, there is the lemon tr…