Who would have thought dead daises could be beautiful. My 15 year-old granddaughter Taylor had these on a shelf. I thought they were gorgeous. She's my gardening buddy. We planted 19 Green Mountain boxwoods for the hedge around our some-day-to-be English garden. I helped with three and she planted the other 16 all by herself.
Today she's trying something new by having surgery on the finger she injured about three weeks ago in a basketball game. The trainer said it was a sprain, she could move it, and it didn't hurt all that much or stop her from playing, so we figured it would get better. It didn't and the hand specialist said that it was a bad break and that she must be really tough. So, in a few minutes her mom Holly, sister Brittanny, and I are going with Taylor to a surgery center.
After much waiting and delay, the surgery was successfully completed. Two tiny screws and the finger will be as good as new.
After much waiting and delay, the surgery was successfully completed. Two tiny screws and the finger will be as good as new.
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