My garden was my sanctuary after my husband’s death, but one day, my heart shattered when I found all the vegetables and fruits raided overnight. When I discovered the thief was my neighbor, this 60-year-old widow wasn’t about to let it slide. The culprit had no idea what was coming.
I’m Betty, and at 60, I’ve got a green thumb that’d make Mother Nature jealous. My backyard garden? It’s my pride and joy. Every morning, I’d shuffle out there, coffee in hand, and just beam at my little patch of paradise…
Here’s a bit about me — My life took an unexpected turn when my dear husband Greg passed away 12 years ago. At 60, I moved in with my daughter Sarah’s family. It was a blessing in disguise… really.
Sarah and her husband Mark both work demanding jobs, so I stepped in to help with my three wonderful grandkids.
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