I think my dad would have made a
great landscaper. All he wants to do is mow the grass when it’s warm outside.
He has a knack for it. He can keep almost anything alive, where I kill anything
I look at. I don’t know if I water them too much or not enough, but I don’t
ever buy real plants. If we get them free from work I bring it home and I’m all
excited and it lasts a week maybe then it dies. I hate it, but it’s just not my
thing. My dad’s backyard is very pretty and inviting. He has giant elephant ears,
roses, tulips, and so many more flowers that I can’t name. He has a small
little pond and water fountain, that his dog Spot tries to drink out of. He has
some figurines strategically placed around his house and flowers. Some are
birds, frogs, and squirrels. When I finally own what I call my dream house I
will have him over to do the landscaping. I know he will do a beautiful job and
he will feel good that he did something for his daughter. I will look at it
think of him. One thing I have been able to keep alive is a weeping willow. I
know I want several weeping willow trees in my yard at my dream home. They are
the most beautiful trees especially the really big ones. I want some benches in
the yard so I can sit and bask in the sun under the tree. I can picture myself reading
a book and sipping on a cold lemonade with flip flops on in my 10 acre paradise
under my wonderful weeping willow. Luckily my husband also like them and is on
board for having at least three or four in our yard.
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