hmmm, let’s see…

I’m neither hoe nor prune, but I’ll call a spade a spade, I love a rake-ish dude, the mower rake-ish, the better… weed have some fun, mulch fun, behind the shed. Wheel barrow some time, he’d fertilize my lawn, for the shear till of it. So yeah, I’d plant my tulips…if he shrubbed me the right way.

“No need to fear! Anti-Wordplay Super Hero is here. I’m out to put words right and wrong words near. Please, let me hear a good RAH-RAH cheer.”

“Too late….”

Beware of the pods!!!

My limbs would go weak as we stood ,face to face…….

He,a sturdy, giant OAK of a man.

And me………

A little daisy “petaling” my devotion to him in my flowery ways.

Ahhhhhhhh~~~~~ Mother Nature’s sweet love story ~~~~~