Picture the scene! Mom stumbles in at 10:00 am. After a long shift, she’s wiped out. Trudging up the stairs, she narrowly avoids a collapse that would send her sliding to ground level with her chin thudding on each step.
Last year’s garden was abysmal. There, I said it. We built raised beds and hauled in special soil. The soil was a tremendous disappointment. Anything planted in it struggled to stay alive, refused to grow, or just keeled over graveyard-dead. Then, I had my second surgery and wasn’t allowed in the garden for the rest of the season. My kids and husband, who already have full plates of their own, had to take on my chores. Inevitibly, some things fell through the cracks. Things like watering and weeding. So, this year the kids dumped what seemed like tons of