I know what you’re thinking: I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking: that I’m in my late 30s and have probably only spent two months with my mom and a boyfriend.
But in fact, my mom lived in her mid-50s when I was a kid.
I have my dad, and I grew up in a really traditional, very rural home in upstate New York, which is where I grew.
My mom’s house was a little more modern than most homes, with a lot of things that were new and exciting.
But it’s hard to imagine my mom not having a backyard garden.
It’s a place where people are always talking about.
There’s always the garden.
So I was like, ‘Oh, yeah, that’s where I always grew my vegetables, my flowers and all that.’
I’m like, I can’t imagine not having someplace to grow some of those things.
And my dad was always around to help out with all that.
So we had a backyard.
And it was a lovely place to grow vegetables, flowers and everything, and there were a lot in that garden, but also a lot that was in the backyard.
We had some wonderful neighbors in there, like my aunt and my uncle, and it was really a beautiful place.
So it was just a perfect place for me to grow up.
The house itself was pretty much a garden with a few pieces of furniture and a few little windows.
I was probably one of the only kids growing up in that house.
We used to do a lot more yardwork in there.
I remember the first time we did a garden, we had so many things in there and we would put a big pot of tomatoes and some peppers in there because we had some peppers on the fence.
And the next morning we were out there doing some yardwork.
It was just like, we can’t wait to go back.
The next thing I know, I have this house full of flowers, I’m putting pots and pans in there that are going to be used for a year or two and it’s really beautiful.
I would have loved to have grown up there.
That was a really great time.