How Does Your Garden Grow?
**For your reading pleasure! Be sure to ask questions about any words or phrases that you don't understand.**
A Reading Rainbow
When I was a little girl I spent a great deal of time watching television. My mother worked the dreaded , by me anyway, 3-11 shift at a local nursing home. I spent those hours with my Nana. Nana was a strong, loving woman with skin the color of a Hershey's kiss and big toothless smile that was just as sweet. Nana loved me. I knew this. But her first and truest love was gardening. And it was very evident that every growing thing felt the same about her. She could make anythi
