It was a running errands kind of day today – and it was cold and downright blustery: not the wort of day that inspires anyone to get outside to garden.

But I did – just a bit.

Simon had asked that I help get the weeds out of the lawn – a nascent lawn that keeps improving with the years. Now, the last thing that excites me is digging weeds out of a lawn.

But I promised Simon a bucketful whenever I am out there.

One bucketful.

And I did that despite the chill and the wind.

Because I love him.

In my world, love come by the bucketful.