Just Like Dad

Monday, October 3, 2011

Durel enjoys doing yard-work.  

Well, I think he does, anyway.  In our household, he takes care of all "outside" things.  I take care of all "inside" things.  Despite my big talk of starting an herb garden, we don't have an herb garden.  Despite my big talk of helping in the yard, I have yet to get that done.  So...yeah.

Anyway, back to Durel and his green thumbs.  Super green.  In fact, D's father, Jack's PapaDu, redefines passion for gardening, yard-work, and one man palm tree relocation.  He doesn't just have a green thumb; he's green all the way up to his elbows.  I've decided that green thumb-ness and yard workiness are genetic on Durel's side of the family.

I, on the other hand, come from a place where poinsettias, Easter lilies, and all greenery received as a gift are presumed to be temporary.  I know they're going to die under my care, so I just enjoy them while they're nice.  Ironically, I am also completely opposed to silk flowers and fake trees.  Don't like them at all.  So, in order to have plants in my life, I either need to:  (1) learn how to keep them alive; (2) budge on my no fake plant stance (unlikely), or (3) live with Durel.  Boom.  Done.

The other day, Durel decided to start Jack early.

Thanks for the shirt, Aunt K!
I have a feeling that Jack will take after Durel and PapaDu.  And that makes me happy.  Maybe one day, I'll have that herb garden, after all.  Mother's Day 2016, perhaps?

Here's hoping you have some green thumbs in your life,
Heather

2 comments:

  1. Gosh, we really are alike in so many ways. My thumbs are black. As are my forearms and elbows. Sadly, Chris' green thumb extends no farther than grass cutting...

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  2. I love it. He's such a little man now. And at least Durel does a great job maintaining your lovely yard. No herb garden is an excuse to go to Whole Foods.

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Monday, October 3, 2011

Just Like Dad

Durel enjoys doing yard-work.  

Well, I think he does, anyway.  In our household, he takes care of all "outside" things.  I take care of all "inside" things.  Despite my big talk of starting an herb garden, we don't have an herb garden.  Despite my big talk of helping in the yard, I have yet to get that done.  So...yeah.

Anyway, back to Durel and his green thumbs.  Super green.  In fact, D's father, Jack's PapaDu, redefines passion for gardening, yard-work, and one man palm tree relocation.  He doesn't just have a green thumb; he's green all the way up to his elbows.  I've decided that green thumb-ness and yard workiness are genetic on Durel's side of the family.

I, on the other hand, come from a place where poinsettias, Easter lilies, and all greenery received as a gift are presumed to be temporary.  I know they're going to die under my care, so I just enjoy them while they're nice.  Ironically, I am also completely opposed to silk flowers and fake trees.  Don't like them at all.  So, in order to have plants in my life, I either need to:  (1) learn how to keep them alive; (2) budge on my no fake plant stance (unlikely), or (3) live with Durel.  Boom.  Done.

The other day, Durel decided to start Jack early.

Thanks for the shirt, Aunt K!
I have a feeling that Jack will take after Durel and PapaDu.  And that makes me happy.  Maybe one day, I'll have that herb garden, after all.  Mother's Day 2016, perhaps?

Here's hoping you have some green thumbs in your life,
Heather
 
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