Summary: sometimes time for ourselves is good, sometimes no...

Saturday

Lars spent Saturday morning gardening. Mei was just observing him this time, even though both loved to garden together. That morning, when she woke up, he wasn't in bed, she found him outside. He had so much work that week and he needed to relax at his own way. When he was stressed, he used to clean up the house, and gardening. She didn't completely agree with his idea of relax, but it seemed to work for him.

The garden looked beautiful, almost all the flowers were in bloom, he didn't admit it but he was proud of it. Mei thought that it was cute how delicate he was with his flowers and there was no one who knew more about them than he. His favorite was the tulip; he had grown a lot of all colors. There were some other like roses, daffodils, geraniums and peonies. They even had a vegetable patch. Mei knew that the garden was his favorite place, and the most important, besides his office.

She remembered when after some dates, he gave her a bouquet of tulips. Somewhere, she had read that tulips meant "declaration of love"; that was his way to take the next step and make their relationship official. He wasn't good at talk about his feelings, but those little details were more than enough for her.

"Let's have lunch! You have been working all morning. Take a break" she said.

"I'm almost done. I need to pull up some weeds, and then, paint the fence"

"Ok, but please, eat something first"

"Alright" He said. And he washed his hands.

Then, both ate while talking about the things they were going to do: he'll continue gardening and she'll do some laundry. Actually, she wanted to help him, but she thought that maybe he wanted some time alone. She always gave him his own space, so, she didn't say anything.

"I'm going to wash the dishes, and then…"

"Do you want to help me?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes, sure" she said surprised.

The truth was that he needed to concentrate, and distract his mind in this work, but they always gardening together and he missed listen to her singing, and even talk with the flowers. It was funnier than being alone. He needed to relax, it was true, he liked silence, but he needed her company too.

They were in silence, pulling up some weeds, when she started singing but then she stopped. She looked sideways at him. He was looking at her, as if he was waiting for something.

"Sorry" she said.

"Why? You know I love your voice"

He approached and put a flower in her hair. She smiled and kissed him. She used to wear them, but that day, she was so busy looking for him that she had forgot it. Then, she continued singing, and sometimes he did it too. Now, that Saturday was perfect.