Growing up one of my chores, along with my sis. Gretchen, was weeding. Oh the dreaded weeding, that seemed never ending. For those of you that remember my parents last house, in Newman Lake, you understand how this was no small chore. My Dad was always there working along beside us though. I remember asking him one exhausting day, why he liked weeding so much. He was always out working in the yard (still does). He told me that one day when I had a house of my own, that I'd understand. I remember thinking, yeah right I'll never choose to weed. Well, that day has come. Though I still don't love it, the reward is much greater! There is just something about a newly weeded dirt bed that I can't get enough of. I have to confess that I keep checking out our yard :) So yes Dad, I finally understand. Thank you for dragging me out to weed, love you!
Doctors and diagnosis
8 years ago



