Here. What's the big deal? It's your own yard, and it feels cheerful and wholesome to have the summer breeze blowing past your private parts. And why is anybody looking anyway? Keep your eyes to yourself. What goes on in my yard, stays in my yard.
For Santay, Sasha threw on some clothes for the photo, while taking a break from lawn-mowing and dead-heading the roses in the most charming manner.
Who cares for your gardens in the nude? Or am I just lucky?