Not Alone

Bismillah“Pretty, aren’t they?”“Positively.”They continue further ahead.“You glad we came?”He nods.“Honestly. Yes.”“What are they do you think?”He shakes his head.“I can’t say surely.”InshaAllahBismillah“You should take things easier.”“Tomorrow. I will. But only after I get the shed out of the attic and rearrange the paintings that has the tools to the garden. Haven’t been able to find the paintbrushes to add the fertilizer to the petunia patch. The soil is a bit dry too. Maybe some more paint will do the trick.”She exhales deeply.Continues.“Then there is still the laundry too. Usually takes me forever to get it all into the bin. We should really get those recycle stuff. It will make things easier. Sorting the white from the colours and blacks, instead of throwing it all into the trash all at once.” She closes her eyes.InshaAllah