Messy Saturday Morning
I can’t control my urges and, as I take my woman, things get messy, fast!
I lifted the wheelbarrow by its handles and tipped the last of the grass clippings into the compost pile. I’d been busy in the garden all morning and had worked up quite a sweat, well, Autumn was fast approaching and there was a lot of yard work to catch up with. Toiling in the hot sun had given me plenty of time to be introspective, and I had finally decided what I wanted for my birthday. It was only a few weeks away now...