The landscaper finally came back and has begun planting the Skip Laurels in the backyard. He also placed the French drain in the lawn.
I bought a bunch of cinnamon ferns from my egg farmer folks to plant around the deck since my lady ferns were not available. Rick, the egg guy, dropped them off and we had a delightful chat.
We had The Last Word Cocktails for our Friday cocktails.
When I'm Sixty-four 
Could we exchange lives for a week (or maybe a month, or a year)? 🙂
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Okay. But only summer months.
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Mmmm, your cocktail looks good.
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