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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows as Margaret watered her prize-winning rose bushes. A gentle mist cooled her skin, and the scent of the blooms filled the air. She’d spent years coaxing them to this perfection, and the vibrant colours against the emerald green of the leaves made her smile. Mr. Henderson from next door had just finished his request, asking if he could use a small patch along the back fence. It seemed a fair deal. He’d offered to help with some of the heavier yard work. "Wonderful!" she’d chirped, already picturing his tomatoes nestled beside her sunflowers.