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What a blessing for your Andrew to have a dad who will share the wonders of nature and gardening with him! When I read the first few paragraphs of your posting I hadn't read your name and, because of the tenderness of your memories, I supposed I was reading words written by a mommy. Was I ever surprised when I reached the part where Andrew asked you, "What's this, Daddy?" Thanks for not being reluctant to share such tender feelings about being a daddy. We have an Andrew, too. I'm his "Nana" and Andy and his mom live with us. His mom has never enjoyed being outside, but Andy loves it. At 16 1/2 months he loves to "help" Nana pull weeds and will sit and watch me dig in the garden for hours. He helped me plant some snow peas last week (a month late for our zone) and if we only get a few peas so he can eat them fresh in the garden that will be enough.
I enjoyed your memories about dandelions so much, plus your responses to the threads. We have lots of dandelions in the part of our yard where the fruit and nut trees are located. I've tried to get rid of them to no avail, but now I think I'll just decide to enjoy them. Besides, some day maybe our Andrew will pick his mom and his nana a bunch of dandelion flowers and say, "Here, I picked these for you!"
Thank you SO kindly. I really appreciate your kind words -- a lot.
I am really loving this whole being a daddy thing and I think our bond is due to the amount of time I spend with him. Nothing is too much trouble nor is any of the repetitive things too tedious. Parenthood is such a joy. I reckon you will still get some peas by the way.
Yep... there's no use fighting the dandelions so you may as well enjoy them.
That will be a wonderful bit of magic when your grandson hands you that bouquet of lovely yellow flowers.
