You want proof gardening keeps you young? Look no farther than Grumpy’s mother. When she sees a project that needs doing, she grabs the shovel and takes no prisoners! And gosh-a-rooney, did she surprise us last week.
But instead of Grumpy describing the action, today’s guest-post is from Grumpy’s younger brother, Chris. He lives near Mom, cuts her grass, and frequently brings over his laundry. Like any good son.
In My Brother’s Words
One of the following statements is fictitious.
My Mom turned 90 years old today. And she got to work.
In the middle of her back yard rested twin tree stumps, the only remnants of two huge oaks that had once hosted our beloved childhood treehouse. The stumps were rotting. Surrounding them was a circle of rocks she’d gathered to border a small flower garden. Over the years, rainfall and the constant advance of the lawn made them sink to the point where they were more grass than rocks.
Mom wanted to be rid of the rocks, so that I could mow all that grass unimpeded.
So she went out with a shovel.
She dug up all of the rocks, one by one, and gave the Twin Stumps a proper burial.
What’s fictitious about this? Did I move the rocks? No.
Did she get her friendly neighbor, Paul, to move the rocks?
So, what’s fictitious?
Mom did it two weeks earlier, while she was still 89,
“because 90 is too old to be movin’ rocks.”