On Easter Sunday, while the adults lounged lazily after an enormous pitch-in luncheon and the children ran and bounced and laughed off their Easter candy high, my dad led me into the garage to see four little pots where he had started some tomato plants …
Steve and the boys thought I’d gone completely mad when I rushed to the fence Friday evening after a band concert and dinner out. “Look, I see them,” I called out, and my three guys were completely flummoxed because I was looking toward the neighbors’ house but no one was home.
Yesterday, my husband noticed a beer can in the backyard. This is significant for several reasons, the most obvious being that we don’t drink beer and we very rarely through garbage of any kind in our own backyard.
“Must have been the neighbors,” we decided.
Sunday evening we arrived home late in the day to begin preparing for a new week. The weekend had offered some time for rest but plenty of activity, too. The boys came back to our house for a few days just as we got home, at least one of them strung out on Halloween sugar from Saturday night’s trick-or-treating.
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