My father taught me how to garden. He stood outside of the garden and told me how to do it, answering all of my questions. He would not lend a hand, because it was to be my garden.
I was told to choose a root crop, a stalk and a vine. I chose carrots, corn and green beans. I learned the full process, right there in my own backyard. I learned irrigation because we lived in the desert. I was 7 years old. It was a successful garden.
I have loved gardening ever since. I seem to understand what the plants want and need, whether that's just a good soaking or a hearty trimming. I even like pulling weeds (it looks so much better when they are cleared out).
I am a Grandma, and I'm healthy, but there are limits to what I can lift.
I am looking for work in yards that need some loving. Gardens respond so well to some attentive and tender care!