Our backyard 

The other day when I got home from work,  I noticed how much our property looks like a park. That’s thanks to B of course because he keeps up with everything. He really does a lot of hard work around Casa de W.  I appreciate his efforts.  I guess I need to tell him that. I don’t tell him that often enough … how much he means to me.  And not just because he’s a stellar landscaper.  Though he is.

His grandma used to say of all the grandsons B was the best at cutting her grass.  She didn’t mean that nicely either.  She had zero expectations for him.  Good thing he’s handy she’d say.  Good thing she’s dead or I’d kick her ass. Lol!  Oh how irreverent!   Sacrebleu.  The hell fires are burning my toes.

Now now J-Dub.  What’s got you in this foul mood?  We know it’s not your time of the month as that ship had sailed.  Pffft.  Suck it.  I’m irritated 😠 and dammit I’m allowed to be.

AnyWho when I got home today, I saw bunch a red flowers in the field. They sprouted overnight thanks to the rains.  I walked out there to take a closer look and snap some Caption this! shots. B was coming around the corner from the barn; he had just fed the dogs.  He saw me and walked over.

Me: Hey what are those?

B:  They’ve been here since we moved in.

Me: Yeah I know but what’s the name of those red flowers? I forget.

B: I think they’re  called naked ladies.

Me: Well that’s a pretty bunch of naked ladies. Look a butterfly.

And of course I try to get a picture.   B tells it won’t fly off because it’s eating.  I can get up close.  Of course it flys away.  I was snapping picture after picture, sun-bursting that bitch.  When I look through the camera roll, wouldn’t you know it, the first pic was the best.  I couldn’t wait for Caption this! so wah-la.  Enjoy!

And now I will meditate, to get my head back on straight.  Look I’m a poet who didn’t know it.  I know, quit while I am a head.


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