Jeannie filled the red wheelbarrow with the fresh soil and trundled it over to the new garden around the maple tree. Another couple of trips ought to do it.
Max had always had a thing for red flowers, so she’d gone a little crazy with the colour.
Not only the wheelbarrow but her new gardening gloves and trowel set. And the flowers of course. Impatiens, peonies, mums, poppies, dahlias, and geraniums. All in beautiful red.
Such a happy colour. This entire area of the garden was going to be all about Max.
After filling the new garden with soil, Jeannie brought out her kneepads and went about setting the plants in place. She should have bought new knee pads as well, but the raggedy green ones would have to do.
There was something soothing about gardening. Max had never understood it, although he liked the results.
“Your knees aren’t getting any younger, Jeannie.”
“What are you doing messing with that dirt again, Jeannie?”
“Why bother? You’ll just be down on your knees weeding again next week.”
“If you’re going to do it anyway, you know I like the red ones best.”
Jeannie smiled and tucked the dahlias gently into their new home. Different shades, different textures, different shapes. All in Max’s red.
The sun neared the horizon when Jeannie tossed all the empty flower containers into the wheelbarrow. No sense in leaving a mess. Max hated messes.
After tying up the garbage bag and putting it on the curb for pick up, Jeannie rinsed off her new trowels and hung them up on the cork board then headed back to check out her hard work.
In only a few months, the leaves of the maple tree would turn red and add to the drama of the scene. Max did love his drama.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, Jeannie leaned down and patted the soil.
“Sleep tight, Max. Sleep tight.”
This is my entry for the WEP & IWSG August Challenge. Hope you enjoyed!
How about you? Any gardeners out there? Anyone use a garden for nefarious purposes lately?