A Garden for Grandma

Growing up, Grandma always had flowers in our yard. But now that Grandma and Grandpa are in an apartment, they don't have a yard for Grandma to make use of her green thumb. Granted, they don't have to go far to see beautiful gardens (Temple Square is always abound with flowers), but I'm sure she can't wait to dig her hands in the dirt again. In the meantime, she's living vicariously through me. Knowing that we planted our garden on Memorial Day, she asked for a picture of the garden now. Connor was happy to oblige. He still loves to help tend the garden. In fact, his aim with the watering can is gradually improving. Still needs some work, but practice makes perfect.