I Am EJ!

Oh, my gosh!  I have become my grandfather, Elgie James (“EJ”) Bradford.
 

Larry will remember this, but when we lived next door to our grandparents on Palm Place, Grandpa Brad would come home from work then spend his evenings on the front lawn with his pocket knife picking out every single weed . . no matter how small!!!  Because we were kids, we snickered a little at his passion for making sure there wasn’t a weed to be found anywhere . . . and now I am him! 

When we got home from our mission in Guyana we were pleased to find Stacy and her family had done an amazing job of keeping the lawn mowed and generally cleaned up, but then I took over the project, including pulling weeds and washing rocks.

No kidding!  I took up all the rocks in the back yard, put down new ground cloth and washed all the rocks clean before putting them back down.  My husband thought I had totally lost my mind, so Kole helped me for a couple of days while David and Jan’L were here on vacation and while Ed refused to play along.  Now I spend my early mornings walking my fence lines looking for weeds to dig out with my big old kitchen knife, spraying with Roundup, collecting and discarding dead snails and tending my winter garden (peas, brussel sprouts, broccoli, spinach, lettuce, radishes, sugar peas and carrots). 

I could only find one picture of my grandfather, because he didn't like to have his picture taken.  Oops, that's two!  I just hope I don’t pick up any of my grandfather’s other traits!!!