By Davan 
I’m cryinggg
My dad is the ultimate handyman, but he’s always busy helping other people in our community. When I was a little girl, he promised he’d build a swing for me. Needless to say, that never happened. Now, I’m 32, and my soon-to-be-husband keeps hearing about all the amazing DIY projects I see on the Tedooo app (my favorite place for inspiration and shopping handmade). He must have put a spell on my dad because, after all these years, he finally started building that swing for me, side by side with my future hubby! A few of the neighbors that my dad always helped joined them, and my heart literally melted. Our future kids will love this swing, and until then, I’d enjoy it myself at 32 because it’s never too late to have fun! Can’t wait to show the final result here and on Tedooo!
My dad is the ultimate handyman, but he’s always busy helping other people in our community. When I was a little girl, he promised he’d build a swing for me. Needless to say, that never happened. Now, I’m 32, and my soon-to-be-husband keeps hearing about all the amazing DIY projects I see on the Tedooo app (my favorite place for inspiration and shopping handmade). He must have put a spell on my dad because, after all these years, he finally started building that swing for me, side by side with my future hubby! A few of the neighbors that my dad always helped joined them, and my heart literally melted. Our future kids will love this swing, and until then, I’d enjoy it myself at 32 because it’s never too late to have fun! Can’t wait to show the final result here and on Tedooo!
Hi all! I just wanted to introduce myself and share a photo I took, this is the first time I have ever grown zinnias! I planted these in a small pot as I had got the seeds for free at a wildflower festival we had went to! When I planted my garden I decided I would plant them in the middle to attract bees and butterflies and whatever else liked them! I had no idea they would grow to be over 8 ft tall!
I’m in a condo with many inconsiderate dog owners that allow their pups to urinate on the grasses of our entrance walkway. This year I spearheaded addressing the issue (since our board was doing nothing). We ripped up the dead grasses and planted on both sides of the walkway a combination of junipers and annuals and specifically marigolds as dogs do not like the smell of them (or junipers). We added perennial blue salvia and multi-colour cone flowers and annual red begonia / purple petunia’s to the mix. Happy to say that the marigolds and junipers did their job – the dogs take 1 whiff and off they go to pee worthy pastures! (Zone 6)
Thanks for adding me to group of most delightful hobby ! I wanted to brag about where my passion for nature comes from- this is my 90 years old mom in her garden, which she maintains all by herself!!! She finally allowed me to arrange help for lawn mowing and occasionally for spring or fall clean up. She is a little sad as she had to cut the size of vegetable garden almost in half in past years, after my dad passed 8 years ago. She is out there all summer and all day doing something! She grew tomatoes 
and flowers 
from seeds in city apartment in winter , using paper juice boxes , to replant them in garden in May! She glued carrot seeds to toilet paper ( PM me with how) and rolled it up ,during the dark winter days , to make planting easy in spring . The little green house is for tomatoes, behind that there is a specially built large raised bed with compost for cucumber grow, the whole area around summer house has carefully selected shrubs, fruit trees and flowers. That keeps her going!!! Yay to 90 years of gardening!!! Oh, she lives in Latvia 
on the shores of Baltic see. My Florida flower garden is not even 1/10 of her kingdom! ( I must say- the purple color is just how the picture came out , her soil is not purple really 
) UPDATE : THANK YOU!!! after such overwhelming support and love from you all, I was stunned and called mom to let her now how she is appreciated! She was shy about that! For many who asked about her – she survived deportation in cattle wagons to Siberia from Lithuania at age 13 in 1941 after Soviet occupation, lost everything, lived in hole in ground with wood over them as roof first Siberian winter. Rebuilt all life after war as refugee. Long story! She is cancer survivor too. And she lives in apartment I grew up for last 60 years- 5 floors up, no elevator. She walks pretty much every day also in wintertime- up and down 5 flights of stairs and around the block and park. She says – ” I gotta move every day or i will rust”. Her wisdom and sayings are epic!
and flowers from seeds in city apartment in winter , using paper juice boxes , to replant them in garden in May! She glued carrot seeds to toilet paper ( PM me with how) and rolled it up ,during the dark winter days , to make planting easy in spring . The little green house is for tomatoes, behind that there is a specially built large raised bed with compost for cucumber grow, the whole area around summer house has carefully selected shrubs, fruit trees and flowers. That keeps her going!!! Yay to 90 years of gardening!!! Oh, she lives in Latvia on the shores of Baltic see. My Florida flower garden is not even 1/10 of her kingdom! ( I must say- the purple color is just how the picture came out , her soil is not purple really ) UPDATE : THANK YOU!!! after such overwhelming support and love from you all, I was stunned and called mom to let her now how she is appreciated! She was shy about that! For many who asked about her – she survived deportation in cattle wagons to Siberia from Lithuania at age 13 in 1941 after Soviet occupation, lost everything, lived in hole in ground with wood over them as roof first Siberian winter. Rebuilt all life after war as refugee. Long story! She is cancer survivor too. And she lives in apartment I grew up for last 60 years- 5 floors up, no elevator. She walks pretty much every day also in wintertime- up and down 5 flights of stairs and around the block and park. She says – ” I gotta move every day or i will rust”. Her wisdom and sayings are epic!n
TO THE WOMAN WHO IS SLOWLY FADING AWAY… To the woman who has lost her spark. To the woman whose get up and go, has well and truly gone. This is for you. This is to remind you, that you don’t have to be everything to everyone, every day. You didn’t sign up for that. Remember when you used to laugh? Sing? Throw caution to the wind? Remember when you used to forgive yourself more quickly for not always being perfect. You can get that back again. You really can. And that doesn’t have to mean letting people down or walking away. It just means being kinder to you, feeling brave enough to say no sometimes. Being brave enough to stop sometimes. And rest. It starts the moment you realise that you’re not quite who you used to be. Some of that is good, some of that is not. There are parts of you that need to be brought back. And if anyone in your life is not okay with that… they are not your people. Your people will be glad to see that spark starting to light up again. So, if you have been slowly fading away my friend, this is the time to start saying yes to things that bring you joy and no to things that don’t. It’s really pretty simple. Donna Ashworth
My Mom passed away in June. Before she died she has asked me if we could paint this chair that my grandpa had built, red for her living room. So in her honor I sanded the chair down and painted it red. Then I added a touch of my own for her. A chair for my mom when she comes to visit from heaven. Merry Christmas Momma Bear.* wow. I went to bed last night after posting this with zero commets or likes and woke up this morning to this overwhelming amount of support. I am grateful for each and everyone of you. I couldnt love all your comments it was just to many so here is a great big love ftom me to all of you. Thank you so much 
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I love it when we have visitors for the first time and they assume our outhouse is the stinky hole in the ground type. When they open the door a motion detector turns on the lights. When they lock the brass hook and eye it completes the circuit to keep the lights on and turns off a green led outside and turns on a red led to indicate it is occupied. This restroom has been in service about 35 years. I remodeled it several years ago to increase its footprint but I have never had to do anything to the plumbing. The secret is no soap or chemicals go into the pit. The sink, which has running hot and cold water, drains elsewhere. There is a 25 watt solar panel on the roof that runs a vent fan whenever the sun shines.
My first time gardening since my husband passed away in 2021. We used to plant a 5000 sq ft garden. I cannot manage that alone. I cannot till. I cannot weed. So I am trying container gardening in front of my house. I do not have far to walk to water this way. Easier to get to, and the times of shade from the walnut tree in the play yard seem to be helping better than sun all day in a big garden. I have tomato plants, peppers, strawberries, sweet potatoes, and zucchini seeds sown in the long frame I found around here. God is blessing my little garden. I bought the tomato and strawberry plants. My friend gave me the pepper plants. I started the sweet potato slips in my house this last winter. I discovered that bags of topsoil are cheaper and nicer quality than potting soil. I plan on trying eggplant seeds in the empty mineral container. We put holes in the bottoms of all the containers. I have a tiny greenhouse I have not used since spring of 2021. I may try growing plants from seeds next year.
A dear friend of mine handed me this writing found from a nursing home resident and I want to share it with you… “I am 82 years old, I have 4 children, 11 grandchildren, 2 great-grandchildren and a room of 12 square meters. I no longer have a home or expensive things, but I have someone who will clean my room, prepare food and change my bedding, measure my blood pressure and weigh me. I no longer have the laughter of my grandchildren around me, I don’t see them growing, hugging and arguing. Some come to me every 15 days, some every three or four months, and some never. I don’t bake cakes anymore, I don’t dig up the garden. I still have hobbies and I like to read, but my eyes quickly hurt. I don’t know how much longer, but I have to get used to this loneliness. Here at this home, I lead group work and help those who are worse than me as much as I can. Until recently, I read aloud to an immobile woman in the room next to me, we used to sing together, but she died the other day. They say life is getting longer. Why? When I’m alone, I can look at photos of my family and memories I brought from home. And that’s all. I miss them. I hope that the next generations will understand that families are born to have a future (with children) and that they do not forget about the family even in old age.” PLEASE DON’T FORGET YOUR LOVED ONES.