Gemotions

The crisp autumn air invigorated Thomas. He swung the door open, ready to begin his yard work. He’d just finished listening to a podcast about sustainable gardening, and his mind was brimming with ideas. He spied a package on his porch, addressed to "Mrs. Abigail Carter." The previous resident. He chuckled, imagining what she might have ordered. With a bounce in his step, he brought the box inside, figuring he'd leave it by the door for his landlord. He couldn't wait to get his hands dirty.