Notice the carefully placed rocks on the edge of the patio. Thinking that was to keep said girl from rollerskating into the rose bed, or worse, the wall. She still nearly knocked out her front teeth, but that is not how it happened. The actual rose at lower right is from a bush that Dad transplanted from Grandma's garden -- still going strong after 40 plus years.
… and a mom, some marigolds (planted while the girl was recovering from tonsillectomy), and California poppies...
There was also an older sister, but her significant contribution to the story comes later.
There were nearly weekly visits to Grandma's garden…
"Lessons" from Dad in how a 9-year-old should push a wheelbarrow -- that is how some of the adobe soil got moved from from front to back yards to level a playing field for family badminton games…
Original wheelbarrow 50 years later is missing a wheel and has seen better days, but it is still in use for mixing and catching excess potting soil.
Oh, and remember that the girl loved going to the beach?
She eventually realized she could plant it in her garden… well, sort of…
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