Just Another Gardening Post

Oh hey there! Remember when I used to annoy the world with all of my rapturous writings on gardening? It's been awhile but I was going through the pictures on my phone and I realized  you might be wondering if I even garden anymore and if I do, you might be hoping to see some pictures.
So yes and yes! 

You're Welcome...

We recently relocated to Provo, Utah and I was happy to find a home with a beautiful yard. It was already laid out and planted perfectly to suit the climate and the changing seasons.  But the garden spot was barren. 
So I have enjoyed  bringing it back to life.

There was an abundance of tomatoes and we got just enough hot peppers to turn out some spicy salsa:

And the birds left just enough of the sunflower seeds I planted for a  sprinkling of cheerful flowers:

 I have some catching up to do so look out! Some coming attractions:
What I did for my Summer Vacation Life Lately (As in the past year and a half) That Nana Life Renovation Rewind: Provo Edition

March Madness

It's really happening--we are moving. I know, I know, you've heard that before. This time, the selling process is far enough along that I have finished the packing that I started two years ago.  So the Gales are off on another adventure. 
This move marks one of those important junctures in life: The Empty Nest
We are ever so happy that the baby of the family is going to BYU and he is ever so happy that he gets to launch into life right as we are uprooting again. He is planning to room with Sam in Provo this summer and then move into the dorms in the Fall. Speaking of Sam, his release date is June 1st!  Elder Gale will be coming home to a new home and ward. 
That new home and ward will be in Utah. Another interesting turn of events for the Gale Fam! We realized that employment was going to require that Andy travel to serve on boards for various companies and the end result of the job he has is to sell the company and send him somewhere else. So we decided to set up a home base…

Identity Crisis

First, let's enjoy the adorableness of this kid. This is three-year-old Shane camping on our stair landing. Such an imagination (that painted fish roasting on the fire--an older sibling's art project he snatched from the Gale Gallery) and that cute little smile! Those simple, care-free days.
Now fast forward to this morning: Me: (Gently prodding Nagging) Did you get the information for your project? How about the seminary reading you were going to do? Oh, and you need to make that phone call for your Eagle Project.
Shane: Um, you need to understand that I identify as Lazy and you are not allowing a "Safe Space" for me. Those are definitely micro-aggressions. I'm going to have to call you out on your mom privilege and bigotry against who I am. 
Me: (Laughing so hysterically I can't answer)
Shane: (Indicating with his hands the area around him) I'm declaring this a nag-free zone. None of your hate speech here. You should make this a place of comfort for me…

Happy Birthday Scott!

I found this forgotten memento today as I was searching for a cute picture of Scott to insta for his birthday. I thought that tiny newborn picture of him was long lost. It is the only picture we have of him brand-new. As we have often told, we were poor students when he was born and we couldn't afford to buy the hospital pictures that were offered. This was the thumbnail pic that was stapled to the order form. I managed to save it and keep it in his baby book. 
I wrote that little poem for him in the early weeks of his life on earth. I was smitten with this little bundle of joy who made me a mother. I typed it up on a real typewriter...Andy had to have it for his BYU classes so it was a fancy bit of technology in our little chicken coop. It looks like I illustrated it as well. I am certainly not a poet or an artist, but that was the expression of my overflowing mother heart. Somehow it survived all of the moves and the chaos of a big, busy family. 
And, yes our joy has grown with…

Forever is Composed of Nows

Earlier this month, I flew to Texas and with fortuitous timing, this little guy made his debut about a day later.  Meet our 8th grandchild:  Porter Scott Gale 8 lbs. 6 oz. 20.5" tall. Son of Scott and Nicole and little brother to Bailey, Norah and June.
He was born on his Aunt Shanna's Birthday on General Conference weekend. The Conference blessings just keep piling up!

The big sisters meeting baby brother. And Nana crying happy tears and bursting with joy.

June likes to check on her little brother. 
My son with his son.

Nicole and her sweet baby boy.  Beautiful--inside and out.

The Truthist Takes the ACT

Shane took the ACT today.  Anyone who knows Shane, knows that he does not look on the bright side. He is one to assume the worst case scenario in any given situation. We've discussed this here before and through the years I have come to appreciate this outlook on life. Things are usually not worse than Shane thought they would be because he expects that things will be terrible, horrible, no good, and very bad--in spite of his Pollyanna Mother's cheerful pep talks to the contrary.
 Last night before we had family scripture and prayer, Shane and I ran through the checklist of what to bring and got everything gathered and ready. Then we discussed our timeline for getting him there early and how things would go. The past few weeks we have had ongoing chats about the experiences with the ACT of his seven older siblings and he has had input from friends as well as online advice. 
So, it looked like he was as ready as he could be.
 Well, there was one thing we did not anticipate.  W…

It's Birthday Time for Shane

This cutie is celebrating a Birthday today!
The baby of the family is turning 17! SEVENTEEN!
We had cake and ice cream Sunday while Dad was here and the missionaries were over to join in--we need some extras around here now that we are down to the last of the Mohicans.
Here are some places to look at cute pictures and to read about  our Shane.

When he was a little preschooler, we had a lot of time together when the older seven were all in school. That was our warm up for this phase of life.
Here is Baby Shane with Big Brother Scott:
 Back then, we played a game called "I Love You More Than..." I would say, "I love you more than all of the stars in the sky." and he would try to beat that with "I love you more than all the sand on the beach." We would go back and forth until he declared himself the winner and ran off to play. One morning when we were snuggled up together he came up with "I love you more than all of the pyramids in ancient Egypt!" …