Angie decided to garden.
Ever since I was little I remember my mom having a garden. She also had three girls and none of us picked it up. We would always start our own gardens and then halfway through the summer my mom was the one taking care of it.
I stood starring out the window at my nineteen year old sister Angie on all fours bent over my mothers espargus garden thinking... thats weird I haven't seen Angie work outside in... well forever. As I watched what she was doing I realized that one by one Angie grabbed an espargus plant and then ripped it out of the ground. I watched as she pulled the second and placed it into her growing pile.
"Mom... what's Angie doing?"
My mom walked over and peered out. When she realized what Angie was doing to her poor little garden she rushed outside and asked Angie what she thought she was doing.
"I pulling weeds mom!"