“Since he’s all settled on his bed, you want to see what I’ve done to the backyard?”
“Of course.”
A few weeks ago he told me he wanted to do some landscaping in his yard and plant some new flowers and shrubs because he was sick of looking at nothing but grass and rocks.
When we step outside the sliding glass doors to his patio, I’m completely unprepared to see what he’s done.
He fenced in the entire yard with white fencing and planted different-shaped shrubs, a myriad of colorful flowers that I can’t even name, a bird bath, and a hummingbird feeder along with various birdhouses nailed into the trees.
But the part that blows me away is a stone walkway that leads to a tiny pond with an old wrought-iron bench nearby.
He’s watching me with a grin on his face, waiting for my reaction.
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