Gardening was a most personal pastime. One person’s favorite herb may be way down on someone else’s list. Her favorite were the English Lavender. These looked great when they flowered, and once pruned, they stayed compact. She had wanted triangle beds, but at the last, went with a rectangular design. Adjustments were a necessary part of life; things did not always work-out as planned.
The summer breeze carried the smell of the sweet herb to the porch. It was difficult to determine which ones grew faster or slower from where she sat, but no matter. Sometimes, if she tried hard, she could still hear his voice.
“You idiot! Watch where you’re going!”
“Next time, I’m gonna wipe that stupid grin right off your face.”
“Get your sorry excuse for a life in here now.”
Yes, being flexible was the key, she thought, swinging back and forth on the hammock.
