Generations

When I see an event like intergenerational gardening or our school's garden club; 

I think, "ooh! how fun!" 

And then the Lord leads my heart and thoughts to my parents and grandmother.

 They enjoy gardening. 

Time just passes all too quickly. Life is Short. The Lord has been speaking to my heart for a couple years about not stepping back into my "overscheduled" routine that I am so comfortable in. My grandmother will be 94 this year, and I think I've taken for granted the opportunity for one-on-one time with her. My boys, my sister and I were able to play bingo with her last night. And then, while the boys bonded with my sister, I enjoyed hearing about Oma's life as a teen and in her early twenties. Oma's feet had a bubbling warm water foot massage and I manicured and painted her nails, while I got to hear the tales of life long ago. She recalls working as a shoemaker, manicurist, hair stylist, and launderer from age 15 throughout her adult life.

touching up my mess-ups already

 I have sweet memories with my sisters and cousins hanging out at her place in the summers -- she'd cut our hair, she'd sew the girls matching dresses, her rock garden, our uncles and aunties laughing up a storm with her and Opa.