“Where are you going?”
“Just out back here. I want to check the flowers.”
“Sound fun. I want to help.”
“Okay, by me. I was just going to have a sniff.”
“Look in this little pot. What is this?”
“Hmmm. Can’t see from here. I’ll have to come over there.”
“Your eyes okay? You should be able to see from there.”
“Just getting older little one. Ah yes, this is ivy and sage.”
“These roses still smell great.”
“It won’t be long until they stop blooming. But, of course, you would think by December second they would have stopped by now.”
“These thorns are still pretty strong.”
“You better leave those alone. Those are Mama’s pets.”
“I thought we were Mama’s pets.”
“We are but in a different way. Think if someone tried to hurt us. Mama would have a fit.”
“I get it. You see this?”
“What is it?”
“I’m not sure, but it is slow-moving.”
“Don’t touch that thing. It’s a chinch bug. Put that in your mouth, and you’ll foam like a rabid dog.”
“I guess that would drive Mama up the wall.”
“Yes, we don’t need that kind of drama.”
“So what else do we have to check?”
“You know, I think we should see if those lounge chairs still hold our weight.”
“You’re not saying we are fat, are you?”
“No, I’m thinking we are tired, though.”











































































































