Well, truth be told it's not my garden (except for the second shot of the lily-of-the-valley) but my neighbour's garden where Eldest toils in the soil every summer.
I completely missed the tulips this year except for that last photo. However, I did wander over to the garden the other day and took a few shots. This is where my daughter works on bended knee, planting and weeding and coaxing the flowers into bloom with a little sweet talk and a lot of manure.
Kathy is the kind of boss everyone should have. She emailed me to say she wouldn't be there this morning to hand my daughter a coffee and homemade muffin, so could I please make sure she has a coffee in hand before she leaves the house. What a sweet deal. That's not to say Eldest doesn't work hard. She does, gardening every day for about six hours, and she has the achy breaky knees and lower back to prove it. Coffee and baked goods certainly ease the pain.Do you remember your first job? I used to babysit for 25 cents an hour, then I moved on to the local A&W for a huge pay raise of $1.35. For that I had to dress in dark brown and orange polyester, work a full shift until 1 a.m., then sweep out the parking lot, clean the toilets after the drunks got through with them, swab the floors and counters, clean the machines and balance my float. If I came up short, I didn't get paid because I had to make up the difference. Then I had to walk home around 3 or 4 a.m. depending on how much cleaning there was (i.e. how badly the drunks aim was off in the toilet.) No coffee and muffins, but we got all the root beer we could drink.