Grandma was already down in the dining room with some of the other residents for their afternoon tea and coffee when I stopped in yesterday.

Too bad I didn't have some of Everett's cinnamon buns with me:

He completed his last cooking lab on the weekend. And they were delicious. That's one class I hate to see ending.

While I was gone he wrote four final exams, so those are out of the way. He's still working on three correspondence classes and two through the school in town. Looks like he'll be finishing the correspondence throughout the summer.

Today he helped me in the garden at Golden Grain Farm by planting onion bulbs and digging holes for ferns and a bleeding heart bush that had to be moved from the yard here.

We've both spent four hours a day over there since Sunday. The bulk of the perennials have been transplanted and the vegetables are in. I am grateful for his help.

Five rose bushes have to be moved, and there are perennials in my flowerbeds here that still aren't up. So there's plenty of grunting and sweating ahead.

It's nap time. Been a long day already. My neck and shoulders are complaining.