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Garden Blogger, with Grandchildren.

Fellow garden blogger and Blotanist Eileen at Gatsby’s Gardens wrote to alert me to an odd occurrence on my blog site. For two days in a row, this past week, a title on the journal page would appear without text. Then another title  appeared, with the text posted hours later. One might think that the blog host had a glitch or that there was something wrong with my computer. No, it wasn’t that simple. Four grandchildren, who would visit for a full week, had invaded my time and space. In the end, it wasn’t the computer that was down; it was the blogger, himself.

Thirteen people ate and slept in my home for over a week. [“grandma’s a good cook and even her brownies are better than Mom’s”]. Writing and posting blogs became a challenge of Olympic proportions. No sooner did I begin to paste a blog into the template, when one or several little girls would decide that there was a game they must play and grandpa has to be part of it. It is clear that what I consider the end of a game and when they decide a game is over are two separate matters. Too many times, when I thought I was free, I would dash back to the computer only to be recalled by the grandkids, to continue. “But Grandpa, we weren’t finished the game. You’re not allowed to leave until we’re done”.

Several evenings, after the dinning room and kitchen had been restored to normalcy, and the grandkids had gone to bed, I would return to the computer to start anew. By this time of night, after having been assistant caterer to my visitors [ it’s my fault, I like to cook,] and camp councilor for grandchildren since 6:30 in the morning, [“grandpa makes the best breakfasts” ] whatever topic I wanted to post just wouldn’t sit right on the journal page. Of course, there was nothing wrong with the software, or my computer. The blogger was too tired to post.

Today, everybody went home to either Boston or Toronto, the house is silent, and I am back at my computer, without interruption. How I wish the grandkids would be here to interrupt me again. It has been a gift to spend seven days with two sets of grandchildren that my wife and I see only every 60 days, and who can only reunite with each other four times a year. Having them visit us has been a far more pleasurable experience than gardening, and infinitely more rewarding than blogging.

Saying goodbye was very sad. Fortunately, I had a garden in which to bury my sorrow; I had not been able to step into my back yard since last October. There were weeds to pull and vines to re tie and dead flower stalks to cut down. I was even able to admire the blue and white Crocus composition, which only blooms every four years, because the snow usually stays too long. Although the work was comforting and being in the garden helped to relieve the sadness, in the end, there would be no substitute for having grandchildren nearby.

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Reader Comments (2)

Just gone through your blog and found it awesome. It was nice going through your blog. Keep it up the good work. cheers :)

April 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFlowers

Great post Allan! This is a special blog even the granchildren will treasure. They do add such spice to our lives with gardening coming in second.


April 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterEileen

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