A Summer Garden

Jane stretched her weary legs out on the lounger after scattering seeds in the freshly turned over soil. Well composted with vegetable and fruit peelings, eggshells, and teabags, it exuded a pungent odor.


She recalled last summer when the cosmos, irises, zinnias and nasturtiums had covered the ground in a mass of color, pink, magenta, white, orange, red, and yellow.

All she needed was someone to pat her on the head, place a freshly ground cup of coffee in her hands and say, “You’ve done your best”. Walter had also been scattered amongst the seeds. She would miss him this Christmas.

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