So anyway O Wise One proceeded to tell me a story that I just have to share. His Grandpa Bill lived to be 99. He was an avid gardener and just wanted to live to be 100. My husband took him to the doctor one day and the doctor gave him some pills for his arthritis because it was interfering with his gardening. About a week later Grandpa Bill called my husband and wanted him to take him back to that doctor. When my husband asked him why he said he wanted his money back because they didn't work. What he didn't say was that at 98 years old he was spending on average about 8 hours a day on his hands and knees crawling around in that garden. He was doing his own planting, weeding and picking. I had to laugh as it seems Grandpa Bill wasn't ready for the nursing home yet either.
May we all be gardening 8 hours a day at 98.
Blessings from The Holler
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