My patio

Lilly

I returned from the beach to find my patio, terrace and first floor of my home filled with a boatload of flowers.

Standing in the middle of an indoor jungle, I stared at it all. The air smelled of flowers and the salty sea breeze. It was a Mediterranean climate in turbo mode.

“What the hell happened here?” I muttered under my breath, then glanced around again. But there was nobody around. I stood on the upper terrace and my eyes drifted to the sea. The large yacht, reminding me of the devil’s transport, still floated, waves crashing against it.

Shaking my head, I returned my attention to the problem at hand. Getting rid of this mess. Whoever had the bright idea of doing this took every single empty space with these plants. Someone must hate me because now, instead of taking a nap, I’d have to clean this jungle.

“Murder in the near future,” I grumbled under my breath as I started gathering the plants and moving them around. Some I put outside the courtyard to welcome people as th