She spends hours out there, puttering and potting. She refers to it as her Rosarium – a play on words with rosary because being out there is like praying, she says. It must be true because peace and joy shine out of her eyes when Mom is in her garden. And she’s good at it too – Dad jokes he’s going to turn into a rabbit from all the freshly picked lettuce they’ve been eating. At every meal. They can’t keep up! (A good problem to have I think).