Gemotions

"The venue fell through," her friend muttered on the phone, her voice thick with apology. Clara was in her garden, her hands covered in soil, planting herbs. The earth was rich beneath her fingers. She smiled and shrugged. "More time to focus on my garden," she said. The sun beat down, warming her back. The scent of lavender and rosemary filled the air. She pulled a weed with a swift tug, feeling a profound connection to the life around her. She found immense pleasure in the natural world. She had her plants and their beauty.