May 3rd is the 4th Annual Gardening in the Nude Day!
No, I didn't make that up. It was in the Roanoke Times this morning, so of course it must be true.
Who in the world thought this one up? May 3rd happens to be my birthday, and it is a fairly significant birthday at that. Not only that, I have more than a few pounds to lose before I'll even stand before my bedroom mirror starkers!
Meanwhile, you may already know that I married a country boy. If anyone would garden in the nude, my guy would. But I don't think I'll tell him about May 3rd. What kind of birthday present would that be?
Oh, imagine the sunburn on places no one would ever wish to have sunburn.
One time, when we living up in northern Maine, I was on the kitchen phone on a Saturday morning talking to a GF when Hubby came out of the shower. He needed clean underwear, which was outside on the clothesline, and he proceeded to walk right past me, no towel, no nothing, out the back door, across the deck, and down the stairs to the clothesline where he leisurely took down a tee-shirt and some knit boxer shorts. My chin was still on the floor when he came back into the kitchen, grinning as he heard me express my shock on the phone.
After all, we lived on the road to the state park, and he could have had quite an audience. With cameras.
He hasn't really changed all that much. If the dogs start barking, he'll run outdoors to shut them up. He might or might not be clothed. One of these days, the UPS gal will have another sight to write about on her notepad.
Who in the world thought this one up? May 3rd happens to be my birthday, and it is a fairly significant birthday at that. Not only that, I have more than a few pounds to lose before I'll even stand before my bedroom mirror starkers!
Meanwhile, you may already know that I married a country boy. If anyone would garden in the nude, my guy would. But I don't think I'll tell him about May 3rd. What kind of birthday present would that be?
Oh, imagine the sunburn on places no one would ever wish to have sunburn.
One time, when we living up in northern Maine, I was on the kitchen phone on a Saturday morning talking to a GF when Hubby came out of the shower. He needed clean underwear, which was outside on the clothesline, and he proceeded to walk right past me, no towel, no nothing, out the back door, across the deck, and down the stairs to the clothesline where he leisurely took down a tee-shirt and some knit boxer shorts. My chin was still on the floor when he came back into the kitchen, grinning as he heard me express my shock on the phone.
After all, we lived on the road to the state park, and he could have had quite an audience. With cameras.
He hasn't really changed all that much. If the dogs start barking, he'll run outdoors to shut them up. He might or might not be clothed. One of these days, the UPS gal will have another sight to write about on her notepad.
Labels: Maine, nude gardening?
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