Jon has a garden. He fenced it in, built a swinging gate and a compost box, raised his beds and even built a double birdhouse with solar lighting! It’s a few blocks away in our community gardens… a wonderful place to take Bo and Emma for time out in nature. Bo even has his own chair there.
It’s not often that Bo goes, but last night Jon took him (and a big cup of ice cream) to sit while he checked on his tomatoes and corn and harvested some beautiful vegetables.
I drove Emma down to take a walk, but she had only one thing in mind: get to Bo. And when she discovered him eating ice cream …. ! They ended up sharing the same spoon. Oh, well.
It’s hard to believe Bo could even be sitting in the garden after the year that he has had. I’m not sure he understood what he was doing there, but in his usual easygoing nature, he just seemed to enjoy it.
I left with Emma, then Jon finished pulling weeds and they went riding … and riding … and riding. Came home at midnight! He said Bo was enjoying himself so much, keeping time with Jon’s loud music, “conducting” with his hands, smiling and laughing, that he just kept on driving.
The thing is that Jon can do things with Bo that I can’t because he’s strong and can handle any situation. If Bo needs help walking or needs a restroom, Jon’s there to help him. I wouldn’t take him to the garden or to a picnic in the park because if he became too weak to walk, as often happens, or if he fell, I couldn’t handle it. Jon can.