Planting...

Weekends! What’s not to love?

Sunny sky, not too cold…

And here I am in my own front yard.

Planting bulbs!

Daydreaming of blue eyes, a nice smile, a long talk by the lake…

“Morning, Amy.”

I almost fall into the flower bed. “Marge, good morning!”

“I‘m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to startle you. But here are my promised crinum bulbs. I meant to bring them earlier this week, but it looks like now's a good time.”

She hands me a surprisingly large shopping bag.

Whoa! The bulbs are HUGE! They’re nothing like these gladioluses that Joan gave me last week.

“Marge, this is so generous of you! Thank you.”

“Good morning, Marge! Good morning, Amy!

How does Carmen look so pretty so early on a Saturday morning? All sporty leggings, fitted
jacket, and baseball cap.

“Good morning, neighbor! You look nice!”

She laughs. “Nice? Thank you. We have soccer. But I had to run over. I have an opportunity you might be interested in.”

“An opportunity?”

​“Didn’t you say that you taught piano while you were in high school?”