Think spring will come early to the Montana plains this year. Some signs of flowers are poking up. Many of the flowers in my garden were my g grandmothers, grandmas, great aunts and moms. They've been separated, dug up, moved etch to share with each woman to have history in her garden from the ladies who came before. These plants have been all over Montana in one shape or form. Now some of them are sprouting and getting ready to grow tall, beautiful and strong over the summer. I'm starting on moms memorial garden today. Raking it out, planning how I want it arranged etc. My bff sent me a beautiful stone that will lie in the garden. I will hang two old fashioned windows that came from the box car that was my parents first home. Yes box car..... these windows will hang on the side of the bunkhouse by moms garden. I also have two wheels from grain rakes that I was able to salvage from my childhood home that dad had used as rails for our porch.

So day 4. I'm sober, I miss my mom. I call my dad often through the day. My daughter n her bf are coming out to watch the Superbowl....... yuck. That's a trigger for two reasons. I am raising my granddaughter so typically I have a few snorts of wine when I know daughter is coming to ease the stress, and I got the shit beat out of me during Superbowl with first hubby.

So my sober plan for today is to do my garden. Its a gorgeous Montana day. And amazingly no wind. I'll be checking in:)