Except for a few emails, I took most last week off from my flower duties and I sat on the back porch and read. I've planted some plants, potted some ferns, begun an experiment with some climbing hydrangeas, cooked a few exciting ethnic suppers, and woken up Brett in the night due to my own uncontrollable laughter. Sometimes while I'm trying go to sleep, I think funny things and have to try really hard to not laugh so that I don't wake up Biggins. Prior to getting married, I'd let out those hearty guffaws for I had no one to startle except myself. Now I have to withhold those giggles and it results in full-body convulsions that grow larger and more dramatic the longer it goes on. Eventually my suppressed giggles will shake Brett awake and he says it's like sleeping next to a paint mixer.
In the evenings, we've taken to batting tennis balls through the yard for the girls to chase or we'll play a net-less tennis match with each other and the first one who lets a pup get to the ball first is the night's Big Loser. It's usually me. On Friday, the light was so pretty and the Dogwoods so white, I just had to whip out the camera.
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