I wanted to sit. To read. To observe. He…love of my life…suddenly wanted to dig up the front of the lawn. To purchase ten more hedges. To purchase two dwarf arborvitae. To purchase ten bags of soil and even more. Suddenly.
So…that’s all been done…and a neighborhood boy hired to water the trees at a later date when we’re on vacation.
Lesson learned. When he…love of my life…yells…’Hey, come down here a minute. I want to show you something…’ I will always end up driving a car filled with a forest and dealing with a cashier named Dominic who rings my receipt incorrectly.
I’m staying upstairs…
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