Arthur's beloved Braves were up four to one late in the game, and so he agreed, with some reluctance, to leave the boys of summer behind for the flowers of spring. Arm-in-arm the two of them glided slowly across the yard to the edge of the bluff, and , each leaning on opposite ends of the bench put there by their grandchildren, admired their wildflower garden on the bluff.
"Look at those daisies, would ya, art? Happiest flowers ever made. Nature's artwork I'll say." Louise remarks.
"Wonder if that ol' gator'll be back this year." Arthur replies, "Sure keeps the neighborhood dogs under control".