Garden Club visits Chattanooga Food Bank

First, I wondered why the garden club would want to go see a bunch of cans. I had no idea that our food bank was growing fresh produce or that they took donations of fresh produce! I’m becoming increasingly informed about the exceptionalism of my hometown.

Anyway, on with my day with Mom. I pick her up at 10, we both had the time wrong and arrived An hour early. As is our way, we decided everyone else was late. On the way to our meet up location I did notice Mom fighting off the urge to give helpful driving tips. It’s great to be so like my mom; our attitude, logic, ability to reason and rationalize, our propensity to “find  the humor” (as my dear friend Darla would advise), and in our non-judgemental yet highly critical thinking. We’re not bossy, we just know what you should be doing and we usually say what’s on our mind. We just can’t understand how people get through their day without our guidance.

While we are waiting for the rest of our group we have some time to continue our discussion on how to “fix” friends and family. In the end we decided to just leave it alone; we can’t see it, hear it, and in one case smell it from our homes so…

The group arrives! We divide between 3 vehicles and get on our merry way. Mom chose to move to the backseat so Belinda could sit up truck help navigate… I had the GPS going and Belinda said she wasn’t sure of the location so I wondered why the seat change was necessary, but as usual, Mom was right and was extremely pleased to learn that Belinda can yell “Stop!” just as urgently jarring as she can. I guessed the heavy set woman who cut me off in the parking lot was in a hurry to get home to her pork and beans. My ladies giggeled… I loved it! The GPS nailed it as usual but according to Mom that newfangled technology is not to be trusted… She still has a flip phone but I’m wearing her down. Here’s a truly funny fight with technology… She told the cable guy not to give her all those channels; she only watched the news, Jeopardy, the Braves and the Lady Mocs.

Murray Hills Garden Club 

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I don’t know where all this deal came from. I’m starting to agree with Mom about newfangled technology!!!!
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While touring the gardens mom spotted a shrub that had put on seed pods, true to her nature, she helped herself to a handful for me to plant next spring because why would I want a decent sized shrub in my new landscaping when I can pop 5 pods in the dirt and wait for years! But, because I am a good daughter I’ll plant those little pods and watch them sprout between my 3 gallon otto luyken laurels then make a big production of moving them to the park where everyone can enjoy them.