Spring really has made it here to the southern hemisphere after all. Today it was almost warm enough to walk in a short sleeved T-shirt. I’m recovering from a cold so didn’t want to push my luck only to get ill again.
These are photos taken from a garden I walked through at the weekend. Actually daffodils have been out for a few weeks prior to Spring but then the birds are nesting already as well so it seems mother nature knows what she’s doing.
The Trials of Spring
It was the first day of spring and she’d had enough of being indoors. The weather had finally turned and she decided upon a stroll about her garden. Everything was in bloom and it made her heart sing to smell the delicate fragrance of honeysuckle and see the bees flitting from flower to flower.
The beauty of the surrounds made it all the more distressing when she happened upon her gardener on his knees, weeding the flower beds, completely nude.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her voice rising more than she meant to.
The wretched man didn’t bat an eyelid, just stood up, turned to face her and grinned.
“Oh, just finishing the weeding. Hoped to have it all done before you ventured outdoors. But, well, here you are.”
“Yes, here I am. You have nothing on you know,” she blurted out.
“I’m aware of that. Is that a problem?”
“Yes, actually, it is.”
“Why? It was clearly stated in my contract.”
“Your what?” she asked incredulously.
“My contract, it ’s a document that sets out the…”
“I know what a contract is,” she snapped, pushing her spectacles back to the bridge of her nose.
“Well mine states I will garden nude. It’s not my problem if you didn’t read it properly,” he said with a decisive nod.
It was about this time that she noticed a decidedly mischievous twinkle in the man’s eye and took a different tack.
“A contract you say. Hmmm, I have standing terms and conditions for any contractors that work on my estate, would you like to hear them?”
“I suppose they only apply to nude gardeners.”
“But of course,” she smirked.
“Why don’t I tell you what your terms and conditions are?”
She thought about that for a moment and nodded for him to continue, wondering just where it might go.
“I would think they include some sort of punishment,” says the man and then looks around. “You might make him bend over that bird bath there and give him twenty good strokes with that pretty leather belt you’re wearing.”
She looked down at the belt and then back at him as a slow smile spread across her face. “Well done, I see you did read them. Best get comfy then.”
She had him lie across the bird bath, undid her belt and drew it through the loops. Placing a hand on his back to steady him she raised her right arm and let fly with the belt. As it cracked across both cheeks she said, “next time, I hope you remember to bring your clothes.”
“Next time, I hope you remember to bring your paddle,” was his reply which caused him to get quite a few more than twenty good strokes.
So it came to pass that the Lady and the Gardener found an enjoyable way to celebrate the first day of spring.
This could be a true to life story for me. But, leave me with the belt. Its my favorite.
Mina, Spring for you, Autumn for us.
Thanks for the story, it’s good to have you writing again.
I suppose it’s natural for you to write F/m stuff.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
Heya Mina,
Great photos, I am alsio pleased that summer is on its way in Australia now. My having arrived from England in February after visiting Australia in July means I had four winters in a row!
Oh, and on behalf of all the “Mexicans” living west of the border may I wish your Bombers all the best (blest?) tonight against the A-delayed Cows. (Moo…then Mi’aow.)
Damien.
Drew…grins, thought you might appreciate it.
Paul, not sure if natural is the right word but somehow a lot more fun. Thanks.
Damo, hiya hope you are well. I actually have the TV on to watch the Bombers win! Bold words I know and all that considering I don’t normally even watch AFL. Are you going for the Crows just coz you’re in Adelaide? Not one of them is singing the national anthem…it’s an outrage.
Hugs for all
Mina
I have never been interested in pulling weeds. but if Mina gets a wood paddle, I would be pleased to garden for her.
Dear Mina,
What a brilliant writer you are. I have always loved your style and you haven’t lost it, I can assure you.
This is really a rather silly story but I like it all the same (or maybe because it is silly…being quite silly myself…more silliness to the world, I say). Hope you understand that silly isn’t a bad thing in my book.
Hugs
Janice
Bogey, how kind of you. I need my grass mowed…no that was not a euphamism for something naughty. *grins* I shall have a wooden paddle ready should you ever be within paddling distance.
Janice, thank you so much. I agree it is silly and that there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. I have in fact found I love to write just this sort of story.
Hugs for both
Mina
Mina, so glad to see you back blogging and writing. What a fun and silly story
Robin
Robin, thank you so much, I shall come by your place in the morning since I should be asleep already now. It was rather silly but I confess to enjoying writing silly the most.
Hugs
Mina