Off the serious things. Dying and health issues. I wish I could show the pictures. But my son wants it private. Some say it takes his humor from me. Somewhat sick you know. But his best friend is into politics and quite smart. My son made official posters of his friend running for offices. Local issues and politics. Not real but an example. The lady running for saving local cats. The poster has his friend running for Dog catcher. His friend running for office with his picture and "White lives matter too!" With a picture of a white cat on his lap. Each morning for several days a new poster and a new issue. Mayor, city council, you name he is running on all issues. It is hilarious and somewhat over the boundries, why I can't use the real issues.
But back to the garden issue. My Grand daughter who is always happy, a joy,
would not complain but she was a little girl. He one brother had a blueberry patch her oldest Sibbling we planted a
falling oak tree to help the Salmon be free to lay their eggs. Each prided and still do today their garden. The Kelz had none. So I took her aside. We will plant our own special prune tree. My step dads family brought it all the way from Prussia. My Dad planted one in my garden. The sweetest prunes on earth. A tree that has been in the family years. Dad died this year at age one hundred. My own tree is over forty years old. The bad news. The Kelz's tree never produced one prune. Yesterday we were seeing her brother off for his sophomore year in college. The Kelz was beaming. "Grandpa, I went to the secret garden this morning. I do it every year. I couldn't believe it. This year for the first time it is filled with plums. Now the secret is out.