It's been a wonderful summer, the weather has been just right to work on the garden together. Warm enough, but not hot. Wet enough to keep the new plantings thriving but not too wet as to make everything muddy and unworkable. I did slip over in the mud one day and that was a source of great amusement to you, to be fair I would have laughed just as hard at you, once I knew that you were ok, that is, you didn't seem to worry about that caveat though ;)
It's Sunday today and so we need to get the flowers you bought at the garden center in the ground before another work week keeps us away from our little haven. You are quite excited as not only did they have the specific flowers that you wanted but they were at clearance pricing. On seeing this, you smiled and clapped right there in the store. You are so sexy to me when you are happy. It's a silly thing but, seeing that 'giddy' reaction really made me want you. I actually had to step away so my excitement wasn't too noticeable. The garden center is a family place...
We had picked a place to plant these flowers in a newly created flower bed that is surrounded by old rocks. It is a special location as it can be clearly seen from our own little grotto further down the garden. The intent is to sit on a bench in that area and watch the butterflies and bees on these flowers when they have grown some while enjoying a cuppa together.
We were inspired to create this sanctuary by the bamboo ones in Anne Hathaway's garden in Stratford. I just wanted a more permanent structure and so made one from stone almost like an igloo without a roof. We planted vines to grow over the top and give us shelter from the rain and sun alike.
We can also throw a blanket over the leafless vines in the winter and let the snow settle to really make it like an igloo. I look forward to making you a hot chocolate (with marshmallows) to sip on out there and watch the snow falling. All this hard work is enjoyable and transforms the garden into a dream place for you. Somewhere to escape the worries of the world. It is also a place to relax and enjoy each other's company and a slice of cake or two.
So when we get home from the garden centre, we work as a well oiled machine, without any guidance needed. You take the flowers to the planting site, I carry the heavy bags of soil amending compost and mulch to get these flowers thriving and more drought resistant. Now while I mix the soil in with the amendment using a spade, you go put the kettle on. These flowers won't take long to plant and we do need to test the view from the bench with a cuppa.
By the time that I have the soil all mixed and ready for your cute sexy hands to plant these cute pretty flowers, you are back with two steaming hot cups of tea. Its not too hot today as it is heavily overcast and no sun to overheat us, so a cuppa is very welcome rather than a cool drink. My work is done and so I take the tea and go sit on the bench to await you for an inspection of our handywork, a tradition for us.
Now it seems that I got lucky as soon as I sit down I see the first rain drop. It's not a big deal though as it will only take you a couple of minutes and we are getting dirty anyway and so a shower is inevitable. I sit to enjoy my tea and watch as you work the plants from their pots and into the holes. I chuckle at you a little bit. You are getting wet by the rain but are expecting the planting to be real quick. However I can see that the flowers are rootbound and affixed quite stubbornly to the pots. This might be why they were on clearance...
You are wearing a white linen top as it's the summer and I can see where every raindrop hits your blouse as it sticks to your skin. The rain is getting slowly heavier but you are a trooper and working the plants loose, but are slowly getting drenched. I am getting slightly wet but the vines overhead are offering some protection. So now my chuckle has stopped, I am now seeing something quite different than comedy. As the rain comes down, your top is clinging to you all wet and I can see your boobs quite clearly through the top. From this vantage point, you look very sexy and I am getting a little bit aroused. I am sure that you don't feel the same and so I will just watch you without comment as it may not be greeted kindly.
You do keep looking my way and smiling at me. Your happiness at these flowers and the absurdity of the rain not holding off a couple of minutes doesn't seem to have dampened your spirits. I smile back at you and you take this as an understanding supportful gesture. It is a little bit, but far more its a horny grin at how damn sexy you now look all wet and disheveled. I don't care that your hair is a mess and your little makeup is running, that smile and your clothes clinging to you is just a huge turn on. Your skirt is now clinging to your legs too, damn I want you now, right here and now.
