Fall was a time of many things; the weather was changing, the flowers had all died out, the leaves had fallen. It was a never ending cycle for Jessie. Late winter she cleans the garden and preps it for spring, spring she tends it, summer she trims it, fall she cleans it and preps it for winter, only during winter does the garden remain untouched by her hands. Even then she still shoveled the walkways, picks up the fallen branches, and even puts out birdseed when she feels like it. The garden is maintenance heavy but it is a constant in her life. The brunette knows that she can escape to the garden and there are the flowers she planted, the bushes she's been trimming for years, the tree that has suffered from a lightning stroke years and years ago. So many other things in her life had changed as the years progressed but the garden… the garden hasn’t. Not really. Not in any way that was significant.
The only thing different this year was the weather. A balmy 56 degrees ment that Jessie was out trimming the bushes, raking the leaves, and setting the garden to rights in jeans and a lilac long sleeve shirt. Her cream sweater was tossed carelessly on a bench since the brunette had found that it had gotten much too warm with it on as she worked. It was hard to believe it was fall, nearly winter, with the weather the way it was but the plants didn’t lie.
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