It’s time. Past time actually. It’s time for this brand new Grandma to say no to her daughter, son-in-law and, god help her, her granddaughter. If I don’t, I will never write another book! But it’s so hard…
Here’s the thing: since that little beauty came into my world she has been the biggest distraction imaginable. She lives here with her parents in my house. My office is right next to her room. I hear her cooing and babbling in the morning. I cannot possibly sit there and not go in and say hello. Which leads to me picking her up, how can I resist? Which leads to hugs and kisses and maybe a diaper change and my daughter yawning and asking if I could take her just for an hour so she can catch up on her sleep. My granddaughter smiles at me and I can’t say no.
The morning waxes into early afternoon. I let my daughter sleep. I remember those days. I didn’t have family around to take the baby/ies so I could sleep. I was on my own. And yes, I did it. I did it with multiple kids and running two full time businesses. Sleep? What the hell was that? But, when I look at my granddaughter, I just melt.
I have another huge distraction of late as well. This one gives me the opportunity to think of nothing except getting my hands dirty. I’m talking about serious gardening. In the last month, I have spent a small fortune on containers, soil, plants, hoses, fertilizer, mulch, more containers, more soil, and more plants then you can shake a stick at. I have lovingly potted, planted, seeded and pruned over a dozen blooming pots, in the ground plants and ground cover, half a dozen herb pots plus tomatoes and pepper pots. I created five beautiful hanging fuchsia baskets (which were a royal PIA but I loved the process). I rediscovered how truly beautiful dahlias are. I now have three lovely pots of them.
I just planted three five-gallon purple and fuchsia hydrangeas. I never knew the perfect place for them was under my front living room window. The begonias are blooming as are the New Guinea inpatients. My basil is taking over the pot. The Scarlet Pimpernel Mandevilla loves its sunny spot on the side of the house. Gardening has become almost as addictive as my granddaughter has. Each morning I go outside and carefully water the containers. I pluck dead heads, spray for pests, pinch off shriveled leaves and look for new growth. I actually clapped when I discovered new growth on a fuchsia I thought I had pruned to death. There it was, a small tender green shoot, right there in the middle of the hacked up plant.
My parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme are green and frothy with health. My geraniums pots are bursting with a kaleidoscope of color. Not only are my blooms blooming but so is the fauna, faunaing. We have several visitors this year. More than any previous year I can remember. Two pair of robins have nested over the koi pond, two sets of morning doves have also taken up residence. One on top of a patio column and the other under the pavilion. We have a family of scrub jays in the cypress, a hummingbird family in the magnolia tree out front, a nest of finches just across the driveway in the sycamore tree, and covey of California partridges holing up in the gargantuan lavender bush by the mailbox.
My yard is just bursting with new life. I sit out back with my granddaughter, Gianna, on my lap and we are quiet. She loves the waterfall on the koi pond and the sounds of the birds all around her. She will literally sit with me, quiet and observing for as long as I sit there. Her mom is as in tune with flora and fauna as I am. I think Gianna will follow in our footsteps. I can’t wait until she can walk with me through the garden and help tend the flowers. And it will be yet another most happy distraction.
So tell me, what is your most happy distraction?