My SIL Held Her Wedding at My Grandma’s Lake House but Destroyed the Garden and Turned the Yard Into a Dump – So I Brought Her a Wedding Gift She’d Never Forget
She tried another approach.
“I’ll pay a landscaper.”
“No.”
“I’ll pay double.”
“No.”
“This is insane, Nadia!”
“So was using my grandmother’s garden as disposable wedding decorations.”
Another silence.
Finally she muttered, “What exactly do you want?”
“This is insane, Nadia!”
“I want you here every Saturday until the garden is restored.”
She laughed. “I am NOT spending my Saturdays gardening.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll simply tell the family you decided flowers don’t actually grow back after all.”
She hung up.
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The following Saturday morning, I heard a car door slam.
Kelsey climbed out wearing spotless white sneakers, oversized sunglasses, and gardening gloves that still had the store tags attached.
“I am NOT spending my Saturdays gardening.”
“This is humiliating,” she protested.
I handed her packet number one. “This is lavender.”
She stared at the packet. “Where do I put it?”
I smiled politely. “The instructions are on the map.”
She unfolded the laminated sheet.
“You’ve got to be kidding. It’s measured.”
“Everything’s measured,” I said. “It was Grandma’s garden.”
“Where do I put it?”
