An Evening With My Grandmother

Monday evening we went to visit my Grandmother. She was in rare form.

At dinner (Dairy Queen, Grandmother loves Dairy Queen because 'you can get fries, a piece of Texas toast, and four chicken fingers for $3.99), I caught up on all the family gossip including the distant cousin that did a couple of small landscaping jobs for Grandmother. She bought a few bags of mulch and paid him to spread the mulch on her flower beds. When he was finished, she discovered two bags left over.

The mulch bags were in her driveway when she left for church, but they were missing when she returned home. Grandmother is convinced that the cousin sold them for drugs.

I'm so out of the loop that I had no idea reselling mulch for illegal narcotics was a 'thing' now.

The best part of the evening was looking out the back porch window and seeing my Grandmother's own zucchini plant growing in the backyard.

Remember last year when she picked her neighbor's zucchini because it was growing on her side of the fence? After eating it, she threw the rind and the seeds out her back door.

Apparently zucchini seeds are made of hardy stock because … voila! I give you the rampant, volunteer, never been watered this year zucchini plant out her back door:

I asked her if she was going to share any zucchinis off of her plant with the neighbor that … um … 'gave' her the one last year. She said no. If he wants one he'll have to wait until one grows over his side of the fence.

I love this woman. Pin It Now!