If you’re not my family, you won’t find this title funny. It’s an inside joke. As a kid, Grandma told me about her neighbor (that could have been the queen of the reality show Hoarders). This lady was a pessimist…and just a wee bit bitter.
Grandma’s yard was heavenly–flowers everywhere! Strangers on their way to Zion would often stop and take pictures of her fields of poppies and half acre of irises (every color imaginable). Once when a stranger stopped and the neighbor was outside, the person gazed across at Grandma’s yard and said, “Ah, that yard is stunning!”
And the neighbor answered: “Yes, but you should see the inside of her house. She only takes care of the outside.” (And that from a woman who had to push boxes and junk out of her way to get anywhere in her house…even to the kitchen table. Ha!) Continue reading