Gemotions

The shovel rested against the newly planted lilac bush. The rhythmic thud of the fence posts being hammered into place had been a soothing soundtrack to Amelia’s day. Now, the final section was in, separating her garden from Mr. Henderson’s perpetually muddy patch. She ran a hand over her clean, calloused palms. She felt... complete. The dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a mosaic on the freshly turned earth. She took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of the lilacs.