Guess who plants, dead heads, waters and weeds all the gorgeous flowers in my garden - physically and metaphorically - my husband, Tom. He doesn't really want his picture all over the internet - but it isn't his journal.
It has been a tough couple of days back wise so the guy that works six days a week every week of the world, and sometimes seven, cleaned the house up today and did a couple of loads of laundry for me. Then he grilled chicken for dinner and corn on the cob. This evening he took a chair out for me with Charlie (on his harness) so we could join him while he worked in the garden. I know I have told you how crazy I am about my gardener!
Sounds like a keeper...I have one of those except mine is named "Steve" and he hates gardening! Today, Steve went to the Farmer's Market, did a few loads of laundry and grilled some great hamburgers!
What a cool gardener you have, Cathy! And it looks like he enjoys doing it. Wonderful portrait and I am happy for both of you for being so in love after all these years.
