Gemotions

"It's off, honey," her husband said, his voice laced with the disappointment she didn't share. She was sitting in the garden, ready to make a start on her vegetable patch, which had been abandoned because of the imminent arrival of guests. He handed her the phone. Her fingers, which had felt clumsy all morning, now felt nimble and strong. The news did not upset her. The small trowel in her hand felt like an extension of her own excited purpose. She took a deep breath, the scent of the earth now filled her lungs with promise. She was ready to dig.