For this Mother's Day, four generations gathered at my grandma's in Chelsea for lunch. I brought my grandma a bleeding heart for her shady yard. While I went to change out of my dress and slides into something more gardening friendly, she decided to forge ahead and plant it herself. That, in a nutshell, is my 89 year old grandma. She's game for pretty much anything, pretty much anytime... corsage and all.
4 comments:
Awww.. grandma's rock. I hope I am like yours when I am 89!
And I love bleeding hearts, a truly perfect present.
What can I say? She's Grandma and she still rocks it hard.
So THAT'S where you get it! Cause you rock too! ;-)
I just came across your blog and had to leave a comment. What a great story. How lucky you are to have such a fun grandma! It makes me miss mine!
Yes, "Grandma Rocks!"
Robin
www.grandmarocksthehouse.com
www.grandmasshoppe.com
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