|These flowers are in my husband's garden. I forget what they are called, but |
I know that they weren't blooming when I left town 4 days ago.
|Time to be a Citizen.|
|This 12-foot long 6-inch pipe belongs to my son. For his Eagle Scout project.|
I hope he knows what he's doing.
|This newly planted hydrangea belongs to my husband. Every day he says, "I'm going to see if my stick is growing."|
|Just for reference, this is what that stick is supposed to look like.|
|Lilacs! Perfumes the whole neighborhood!|
The most miraculous thing of all that was waiting for me was... a full gas tank! I left the car for my son to drive around, so he could do things like fetch 6-inch pipe and gravel and such. (Isn't that what every teenage boy longs to do while his mother is out of town?) I expected it to be empty of gasoline on my return, because new drivers seem to expect the gas tank to be like that pot in the fairy tale that filled itself with porridge whenever the heroine said the magic words. "Fill, Gas Tank, Fill!"
So, Dear Reader, been anywhere lately? Plant any dead sticks? Find pipes randomly appearing in your yard? Lost any pronouns?