Your friends AND your old man were prolly married with kids! Just sayin.
There's always more than 1 path to take. Sometimes its good to try a few different ones that we never went down before. Having children was a life changing experience for me for the better for sure. They grow up and move away and now I miss all those times we spent together. Even when they were stealing and smoking my weed in HS. At least they leaned how NOT to get caught. A valuable lesson back in the day.
A lady that doesn't like flowers... prolly a bad sign. Choose your mate wisely and the problems will be minimal if any.
My current wife never grew much of anything, lived in an apartment when I met her. We moved into our home and I grew her a few flowers the first spring we were there. It was like a reunion with her and our spade. She took to it like she's done it all her life. My wife actually got me back growing cannabis. Handed me some seeds I kept from a GREAT bag of weed.
"I think its time you grow these."
Ding, she's a keeper.
Now I help her outside big time in the gardens and she does all the design and hard work. I supply the compost and soil amendments and make her raised beds for her flowers. She kicks ass and my ass if I ever stepped out of line.
Better to be held tightly than punched in face.
Should have taught that to my son. He's married to a fire cracker. A church going tea totaler fire cracker. Ouch. I did teach him where and how to drink beer... garage is man cave, beer and smoking is allowed, no rules no exceptions and girls welcome, but drama free zone.
There's always more than 1 path to take. Sometimes its good to try a few different ones that we never went down before. Having children was a life changing experience for me for the better for sure. They grow up and move away and now I miss all those times we spent together. Even when they were stealing and smoking my weed in HS. At least they leaned how NOT to get caught. A valuable lesson back in the day.
A lady that doesn't like flowers... prolly a bad sign. Choose your mate wisely and the problems will be minimal if any.
My current wife never grew much of anything, lived in an apartment when I met her. We moved into our home and I grew her a few flowers the first spring we were there. It was like a reunion with her and our spade. She took to it like she's done it all her life. My wife actually got me back growing cannabis. Handed me some seeds I kept from a GREAT bag of weed.
"I think its time you grow these."
Ding, she's a keeper.
Now I help her outside big time in the gardens and she does all the design and hard work. I supply the compost and soil amendments and make her raised beds for her flowers. She kicks ass and my ass if I ever stepped out of line.
Better to be held tightly than punched in face.
Should have taught that to my son. He's married to a fire cracker. A church going tea totaler fire cracker. Ouch. I did teach him where and how to drink beer... garage is man cave, beer and smoking is allowed, no rules no exceptions and girls welcome, but drama free zone.