A SPATTER
A hint of sun unwilling to rise from the warm blanket of clouds, and a spatter of rain - just enough to speckle the patio stones in a light freckling of moisture.
She enjoys moments such as this, the randomness provides solace.
She also enjoys the busy work of tending to her garden, the quiet comfort that comes from the routine tasks.
Tilling the earth, plucking the weeds, digging small holes for the new additions. It is a simple routine full of pleasure.
Today is vegetable day, some beans, carrots, and tomatoes.
She adjusts her wide brimmed sun hat, equally suited to the light shower, and picks up the bucket of supplies next to her.
Climbing the stairs that lead to the upper terrace, she pauses to examine the neat rows of plants. There is a small patch of rich black soil at the far end. She worked it earlier in the week and gave it time to settle. It looks just right now.
Age settles down onto her small stool and sets to work.
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