What a nice story Bee.
I hope Mohrchen has some special times to come with you .
COLD DARK ROOM
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I hope Mohrchen has some special times to come with you .
One of my favorite "gift stories" is about my parents. Mom REALLY loved growing her old garden roses and was very proud of having saved one that had been left to die in an overgrown yard. She was never a very material sort of person, preferring to be practical instead. When her birthday came around one year, Dad asked her what she wanted for her birthday. She told him she already had everything she needed, and what she really wanted was some composted cow manure because that is supposed to be THE.BEST. fertilizer for roses. He was doubtful (and a little fearflul) so he asked her several times and got the same answer.
So he found out who had cattle locally, and asked them if he could come get some of the dried out manure from the fields. The person was very happy to have him come get the manure and was not at all suprised: apparently he OFTEN got calls from people in the local rose garden club wanting cow manure! Dad bought a brand new, shiny aluminum garbage can (rubbish bin to our UK contingent), filled it with dried out cow manure and put a big red bow on top.
Mom TRULY WAS happy to have the manure for her roses, and they turned out to be some of the BEST in our little town!!!!
Dad's friends refused to believe he actually gave her cow manure for her birthday!!!!!!!!
What a lovely story, Bea. Your mom must have loved her roses really much !One of my favorite "gift stories" is about my parents. Mom REALLY loved growing her old garden roses and was very proud of having saved one that had been left to die in an overgrown yard. She was never a very material sort of person, preferring to be practical instead. When her birthday came around one year, Dad asked her what she wanted for her birthday. She told him she already had everything she needed, and what she really wanted was some composted cow manure because that is supposed to be THE.BEST. fertilizer for roses. He was doubtful (and a little fearflul) so he asked her several times and got the same answer.
So he found out who had cattle locally, and asked them if he could come get some of the dried out manure from the fields. The person was very happy to have him come get the manure and was not at all suprised: apparently he OFTEN got calls from people in the local rose garden club wanting cow manure! Dad bought a brand new, shiny aluminum garbage can (rubbish bin to our UK contingent), filled it with dried out cow manure and put a big red bow on top.
Mom TRULY WAS happy to have the manure for her roses, and they turned out to be some of the BEST in our little town!!!!
Dad's friends refused to believe he actually gave her cow manure for her birthday!!!!!!!!
Thank you, Bee!
Yes, she really did love her roses! ! I think that's where I got my love of roses from!!!
@Tidgy's Dad
I think I am THREE in TORTOISE ?
I think I am THREE in TORTOISE ?
That`s for sure !Thank you, Bee!
Yes, she really did love her roses! ! I think that's where I got my love of roses from!!!
I love roses too, but this summer I fed them mostly to my sullies !
What a lovely story!One of my favorite "gift stories" is about my parents. Mom REALLY loved growing her old garden roses and was very proud of having saved one that had been left to die in an overgrown yard. She was never a very material sort of person, preferring to be practical instead. When her birthday came around one year, Dad asked her what she wanted for her birthday. She told him she already had everything she needed, and what she really wanted was some composted cow manure because that is supposed to be THE.BEST. fertilizer for roses. He was doubtful (and a little fearflul) so he asked her several times and got the same answer.
So he found out who had cattle locally, and asked them if he could come get some of the dried out manure from the fields. The person was very happy to have him come get the manure and was not at all suprised: apparently he OFTEN got calls from people in the local rose garden club wanting cow manure! Dad bought a brand new, shiny aluminum garbage can (rubbish bin to our UK contingent), filled it with dried out cow manure and put a big red bow on top.
Mom TRULY WAS happy to have the manure for her roses, and they turned out to be some of the BEST in our little town!!!!
Dad's friends refused to believe he actually gave her cow manure for her birthday!!!!!!!!
Though Ed sent me dung in the post, if you recall.
SNAP ! ! !
Of course tomorrow.THREE ! ! !
Yes.
So five likes and five dislikes from you tomorrow please, Bee.
I only want to reasure me that I am THREE.Most of my cats have a "story" why they came to me, and with each old cat that dies a story of the past, of my past with them dies too. That often makes me sad.
My old and frail cat is a black one too. Little Brother is about 15 or 16 years old, very thin, has a tumor on his gum that causes him to drool. But he still gets around fine and is pretty spry for being so thin. I've been thinking I need to have him euthanized before the very cold days of winter set in, but I just hate playing the god card.
Little Brother on a tortoise pig blanket:
Yes, THREE.Of course tomorrow.
Their stories live on through you, Bee.Most of my cats have a "story" why they came to me, and with each old cat that dies a story of the past, of my past with them dies too. That often makes me sad.
And don't be sad, you gave them all a good life.
He will show you when the end is near and he wants not to live longer.
I always wait until this day and my old cats sometimes die peacefully at home.
When they have no pain and no respiration problems they can die in peace where they had lived and feel safe.
Where is the tumor of Little brother ? Tongue ?
Pets can be the source of so much joy in our lives and so much sorrow.
But that's true of people too.
They always know the best warm spots, don’t they!!! [emoji7]
