Quietly

We thought that last weekend was our 'last weekend together', before it all changes. Our dinner at the Saxon Mill was a special treat and we suspected that sometime this past week we'd have carried home our little critter. So this weekend we find ourselves a little unsure what to do with ourselves. On top of that, neither of us slept well last night; 'groggy' and 'grumpy' are two good words to describe our mood as we set off to the garden centre to pick up a few perennials. Being one of Josh's less-than-favourite outings, he puttered moodily with the camera while Heather browsed.