Lolly was so excited for what May Flowers the April Showers would bring.
But... All that grew in the little flower-bed in her back yard were crab-grass, and really prickly weeds. She was a little disheartened, to say the least.
I asked mom if I could borrow a few flowers from our flower-bed and plant them in Lolly's. Maybe they would seed and more would grow, next year. Mom agreed, and so I took a few pots and some soil, and picked out some flowers. We had some purple ones I thought she'd like. I used a spade, a tent-stake, and even a toothbrush, to carefully dig up around the roots and put the flowers in the pots.
I went over to Lolly's house, but I didn't knock on the door or nothin', not yet. I wanted this to be a little surprise. I snuck into the back yard--her mom helped me--and grabbed my tools. I went full-on Harvest Moon on that flower-bed, using a dandilion-rooter, spade, and hand-rake and hand-hoe to clear out all the grass and anything that was prickly.
Then I left the flowers on the ground in front of the bed, and took the other tools and all the weeds away. I spent a moment to get as much of the dirt and plant-guts off as I could, and then slipped the little spade I had into my back-pcoket, and covered it with my shirt. I looped back around to the front. Trying to keep a straight face and not smirk, and rang the doorbell.
"Hi, Lemmy," she greeted, all a-chipper.
"Hey," I said, coming in. "Get any flowers, yet?" I asked.
She pouted. "Nuh-uh. I didn't even bother looking this morning. No flowers are gonna wanna grow there, anymore, forever." She sulked.
"Aww, c'mon, maybe we'll take one last look. You never know," I ushered.
"Ugh, fine," she mumbled, and led me to the back-patio door. It was covered by the curtain--her mom had drawn it to keep me hidden from view outside, in case she glanced that direction. She slid the door and curtain aside in one motion, and raised her arm up in a presenting gesture: "Tah-dah," she said, a bit grumpily.
Then she looked.
Then, she gasped.
"Well, wouldjya look at that," I remarked, feigning surprise, while at the same time slipping the spade out of my pocket, giving it a little twirl for flourish. "Seems like some flowers are lookin' for a home."
She gave me a look, then wiped a couple tears that tried to sneak out of her eyes.
"C'mon," I patted her shoulder with a smile. "Le'ts get 'em all sitch-ee-ay-ted."
