Gardeners are Here

As I sit here at my desk and write this, the gardeners are here working. Two things have crossed my mind that I wanted to share with you about this, one is regarding me and other my grandmother.

Our gardeners come Tuesday and Thursday. On Tuesday this week, they trimmed plants that my grandmother instructed them on and planted half of the flowers that she bought. Basically they worked on the outside perimeter of the garden. Today, they are mowing the lawn, weeding and planting the interior flowers.

My grandmother follows them around, instructing them on every little thing that she wants, even grabbing the shovel from one man and beginning to dig the hole by herself, leaving her walker standing beside her. She knows exactly what she wants because when they aren't here, she is walking around staring, imagining and dreaming of what she wants. So the picture is crystal clear in her head and all she has to do is convey those thoughts and life is good.

I am not nuts about gardens and flowers but I have stood staring, imagining and dreaming of my house as I was building it. I could see exactly what I wanted and would instruct my husband or whoever was working on my project to do exactly what I wanted. I am doing that now, here in Mexico trying to find what will please my heart. You will find my staring and imagining throughout the day.

Now I know where it came from. It is truly amazing how much I am learning about my mother and myself by living with my grandmother.