Nod of Approval

I am blessed enough to have the people I love, who have passed on, visit my dreams every so often.

Yesterday, after a long afternoon of hanging tomato plants, and planting carrots and peas, my thoughts wandered to my Grandpa Leonard who passed on several years ago.  I wondered if he was secretly laughing at what a huge effort it was for me to start a garden:  My measly few pots and hanging tomato planters (which, by the way, I think he would think were so cool).  

See, my Grandfather kept a 2 acre perfectly manicured garden which was situated right behind my house growing up.  It was beautiful. There were fruit trees, and perfectly straight rows of everything you can imagine.  The only reason I know how to plant anything is because of him.  Thanks goodness, because Kevin was telling me we should just make a box, fill with sand and sprinkle some seeds over the top.  However, it turns out growing things here in the south, isn't quite the same as growing things in Eastern Utah.

I try, though.  And last night I dreamed I was on my back patio where I have my garden plants.  My tomatoes were big and ripe and my Grandpa plucked a huge tomato off the vine and took a big bite.  I looked at him in anticipation, waiting for his approval.  He nodded at me, smiled and winked, and then turned and left.

I think my plants are going to do well this year.