Well, the time has come once again…longer days, budding blooms, quiet balmy nights on the countryside. We’re just lovin’ it out here. I’ve chosen not to make any outdoor commitments this year (example: gardening), due to my twin-fliction. But until I’m banished to bedrest (hopefully never!) I love being out and about with my man. He found himself an old gun in my Grandpa’s shed, and decided it was time he start practicing up. Double barrel shotgun… one barrel for each of his daughter’s future prom dates. He repaired the gun, cleaned it, and took her for a ride.
Along with spring comes many hours of mowing each week, which my lover does with a good attitude. Mowing 5 acres isn’t something I would jump out of bed on a Saturday morning to happily go accomplish. I’m sure it has a certain calming, relaxing effect. And it gives the boy time to think about all the ways our lives are about to change.
After a long day of mowing, do you think it’s too much for me to ask to have my beloved rinse off in the shower? I think not, because this is what I woke up to all over his pillow:
Help me out here ladies. Am I being unappreciative and nagging to ask him to shower before coming to bed when he’s been working out on the acreage? Should I embrace his rugged, hardworking nastiness?