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 Home now. The trip home was uneventful and seemed so very long! Happy to be home and blissfully tired after a morning of mowing and setting my vegetable garden right.

My granddaughter, Mila took the day off Monday to spend more time with us. My son had to work, but we went out for brunch with the rest of the family. I had a great time planting lilies and iris in Mila's garden. I was left to my own judgement as to where things should go. Mila is not one to care about the yard! I showed her daughter, Alondra how to water the plants. I chose carefully. Once the plants get going, they will be low maintenance. I put a couple of hostas out, too. I had planted some hydrangeas on my last visit in pots, and I got those in the ground under the big window on the front of the house. They will flank a bevy of yellow day lilies with purple bearded iris in front of them. There will be lots of color! Didn't cost a thing beyond my efforts. It all came from my gardens.

The daylilies came from one clump I dug up that was being crowded out by two other big clumps. I split that in half and my daughter-in-law, Jaira took half to her house. With Jaira, I just bring plants, and she plants them.

Soon as it cools a bit, I will head up to my She Shed garden, and putter around. It did not rain while we were gone, and everything is a bit parched.

I found out that my son's oldest daughter was in Texas to attend her birth mother's funeral. It was an open adoption, and Maya has always stayed in touch with her birth family. The woman was only 36 and just going about her business when she was hit by a drunk driver as she walked to her car. So sad. Maya was accompanied by her younger sister. The ex-daughter-in-law chose to stay home to annoy my son as much as she could. He no longer accepts her calls and ignores her texts, so she uses the children to get to him. She told the youngest child that she was not allowed to go see her dad in his house, but that she hears that another child is there. I am sure she is referring to Alondra. She says "all the neighbors" in my son's neighborhood have called her and told her this. She knew this would hurt her own child's feelings, but apparently that matters little to her. It has been almost ten years since she lived there, and the neighbors are not the same ones. Yet, she expects everyone to believe they all know her and call her with updates on my son's life. That she would use her own child is pathetic!

Back to laundry now. I will tell you all about the visitor we had here while away tomorrow!

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