It is the first weekend of spring, the sun is shining there's not a cloud to be found. It is a beautiful day.
I am in the kitchen at the sink washing the breakfast dishes as I watch you tending to the backyard. You take such pride in your yard. The trees are well tended, the grass is green and lush all summer and fall.
After I finish with the dishes I grab a sweater pour myself a cup of hot coco, and walk out onto the deck. You see me and smile. I enjoy watching you work in the yard. As you continue to clean up the debris, I finish my coco and head down to see if you want any help.
"Hi, can I help with anything?"
"Sure, you can pick up the branches and toss them in the pile."
I walk around the yard picking up what branches I can. When the yard is clear you walk over to the pile and start a fire.
You then walk over to where I am standing, lean in and give me a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks for your help."
"Not a problem, what's next?"
"Well, we have those flowers for the planters and window boxes."
We walk over to the shed and open the door. There are bags of soil and flats of flowers on the work bench and a stack of planters and flower boxes on the floor.
After filling the containers with soil, we plant them with flowers. You carry the larger planters outside and place them around the deck, and then hang the boxes in the windows.
"The flowers make the yard look so alive," I say
"Yes, they are a nice touch."
I walk back to the shed and into the bathroom to wash my hands. You follow.
After we wash up, we walk thru the other door into the main room. This could almost be a guest house.
