Ramona is turning 92 in a few days. My mother is 80 and she and Ramona have been friends for 53 years. Ramona lives with her son, Jere, who treats her like a queen. A couple weeks ago my mother and I visited them and they gave us a tour of their yard. Ramona on the left and my mother on the right. Let me add, I love a clothes line that still gets used.
There's nothing wildly spectacular about what grows in their small yard, but it's tended to lovingly by the both of them and it's pretty and that's the important thing. It's what I wish for my own yard.
My Sweet Mother
Smelling The Sweet Peas
Here I am with Jere and Ramona. There was a story about this large planter, but the details have flown out of my head. Ramona and her family lived next door to us when I was kid. Jere and I, along with all the neighborhood kids, played together outside all day long.
This is their collection of ducks and ducklings. All were obtained by visiting thrift shops over the years and a few were gifts.
For a small yard, they have a lot of garden art and every piece is special to them with a story behind it. Oh, how I enjoy garden stories!
It was lovely way to spend a summer afternoon and so I'm sharing a little of it with you.