




When I (Les) was young, we had a book called
Willie's Garden. It's a cute story about a boy who plants a strawberry plant, and when it flourishes, he decides it needs a friend, so he plants something else. When it grows, he adds another.... until he has a garden so big that he has run out of land and has to build a bridge across the river to plant more.
I never dreamed this would happen, and I hate to admit it, but I think I've become a Willie. (Much to the chagrin of my only hired help, er, I mean husband!)
This week I talked him into extending our flower bed in front, to be big enough for a tree. He was appropriately willing, but quickly got excited when we went to the nursery and found a new tree, called a Rose of Sharon tree. This is special, because Russ' mom, Sharon, had a Rose of Sharon bush that was given to her by some of the ladies in the SS class she taught. Now that she is in heaven, it's been sentimental for us to plant a Rose of Sharon at the homes we've lived in. This tree is beautiful! It will get almost 15 feet tall, and be full of these gorgeous pink flowers with red centers. "What more could a person want?" (except maybe a few friends for the tree! hee hee!)