Pony: Pushing Daisies
5.14.2001
Man, am I into planting my garden! I am such a city girl with her first patch of dirt. I am dreaming about an English garden: carpets of forget-me-nots, sweet lavender and majestic sunflowers.
My grandmother, who lives in Vancouver, is very hard of hearing. She often gets stuck on one word that I have to repeat over and over at varying speeds, volumes and proximity to the receiver.
There is a point in our conversations in which I brace myself against furniture, repeatedly shouting the word in question . It is always the oddest word to be hollering, too. Once she could not hear the word love. love love LOVE!!!! My neighbours must think I am loony.
Last night I was telling her about my garden. I planted daisies. Daisies. DAISIES!!!!
