While eating breakfast the next morning Wendy reminisced about the night before. Marty’s traits and interests were equal to hers. He was fun, gentle, and with a wonderful personality. He also let her say what she wanted without criticizing her. Wendy never received the kind of compliments he gave her. Plus, it pleased her that he appreciated nature, so she knew his enthusiastic response to her nursery was genuine.
The one thing that interested her was why he thought she should change her clothes style…the same idea as Cindy’s. She never thought about crop tops and hot pants for herself. The idea of her tummy exposed made her grimace, but maybe she’d consider it with more weight loss. After breakfast Wendy looked through her closet. Most of her clothes were pretty ordinary, pant suits, slacks and one pair of jeans. She shook her head and closed the closet door. Maybe Marty was right, she should at least check into how she might look in more “in” style clothes.
Wendy leaned back in her comfy chair by the fireplace and closed her eyes as she visualized her completed nursery. She took herself down the paths and saw the variety of plants: tall ones and short ones. It also pleased her about putting plant wall pockets in several places. The pictures of Yosemite and different woodland areas made her smile. Wendy opened her eyes, smiled slightly knowing the completed look was as she wanted it.
Thank goodness her accountant and attorney controlled all financial and business matters. She appreciated all the work they did for her. She excitedly anticipated the newspaper ads about the opening being in a few days.
She changed into her gardening pants and an old tee shirt. In her backyard she trimmed shrubs and a few overgrown plants. The May weather welcomed her and many of the newly planted annuals were in bloom. Soon more plants would show their budding colors. She stared at the columbine plant next to her. The red and yellow flowers were gorgeous. Always entranced by the unique color combination on the small bloom, she took a flower in her hand. She wasn’t sure why she remembered her mom and dad arguing over the placement of a similar plant when she was a kid. They became so disgruntled her mom walked away while her dad took the plant and put it where he wanted it. Wendy shook her head and kneeled to pull weeds, followed by hosing off the concrete patio. As she worked nearby, she absentmindedly thought about the trip to Brad’s house.
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