This afternoon before I left for the Grief~Share
Support Group, a got a call from a family friend who recently heard about my
husband’s passing from this life to the next, and he is coming over tomorrow.
While he is here, he has offered to help me move those planter boxes that have
given Candy and Ron heartburn which ultimately caused my husband’s death. I
took him up on that! I’ll move the pavers and shift them all closer to the boxes
too before David gets here; that way it won’t be such a hassle to place them as
the defining line in the rock either:
The pavers were here when we bought the house 18 months ago - there are A LOT of them! There should be enough to make some sort of a defining line along the property line; they are pretty much 12" square. Ron and Candy can have that "foot safe space" that cost my husband his life, and I can make sure that moron, Ron, doesn't set one greedy foot onto our property ...
Gardening season will begin in a couple of months
and I don’t want to lose this season’s timeline waiting around for Candy’s
grandsons to get to it, IF they get to it this year: and I do not want to risk those boxes getting damaged by people who
will not be as careful with them as David and I will be; we both love my
husband, and will be respectful of the time and hard work he put into each box
that he lovingly built for me so that I can have a full veggie-flower garden in
such a limited space …
He built me 2 different sized boxes because underground root bearing veggies need a deeper depth than above ground bearing veggies do. These boxes are the last thing my husband did for me - I want them moved safely and lovingly. They are the only tangible thing I have left of the man who loved me.
The ludicrous property line bitch made by Ron. Candy stormed our front porch aimlessly yelling about ‘trespassing apples and tomatoes'; a few hours later Bob ended up in ER/ICU … and eventually died from the stress fallout.
It is a crying shame that my husband was killed with
petty jealousies and ignorant arrogances before he got to fully enjoy the
fruits of his labor – watching me enjoy the boxes, as well as eating the bounty
thereof. We lost half the harvest last Fall when he ended up in and out of the local
hospital after August 2018’s petty nonsense; and I was with him to the end of
his life and could not maintain the gardens at all. I did manage to harvest
some green beans, spinach, turnips, rutabagas, celery, and onions that matured
the end of June and first part of August – but after Hubs ended up in the hospital
August 30th, the rest wilted and rotted from neglect, and all I
could totally focus on was my husband’s perilous health.
Once the boxes are moved to make those 2 morons
happy, and the rain barrels are set back in place, I should get a good harvest
this year, but at what a cost! If I could have a choice and wind time back 5 months, I
would rather have my husband.
But since I can't have him back ... I am going to make sure than his legacy is not brought to ruin by morons bent on malice and destruction.
But since I can't have him back ... I am going to make sure than his legacy is not brought to ruin by morons bent on malice and destruction.
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