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!