Mateo
"As do both of yours," Mateo says with a smile between the two of them, though he does reel back a bit on his heels at the snowball's hellish screech. "Your snowball does not have green fingers," he guesses, rising to his feet and nodding at Lena's suggestion. "There did not seem to be much of a pattern to it when we were pulling them out, but this is as good a way as any to cover ground."
So saying, he moves alongside Lena to the next patch of earth in need of a little love. For this flatter area, Mateo chooses his herbs, planting a spray of lavender in one hole, some thyme in another and, in a particularly tough bit of ground, some woody rosemary.
So saying, he moves alongside Lena to the next patch of earth in need of a little love. For this flatter area, Mateo chooses his herbs, planting a spray of lavender in one hole, some thyme in another and, in a particularly tough bit of ground, some woody rosemary.
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
