Blueberries pulled her out to the back of the house, and they didn?t even exist yet. More accurately, they existed, but she hadn?t picked them out yet. That would happen tomorrow. Today was for planning, and getting the soil ready for transplanting.
She wanted to set them out along the western fence along with some rhododendrons. The jasmine would be set out near the library.
She?d planned out the vegetable garden the day before. Tomatoes, green onions, cucumbers, and watermelons ? the foods she liked to eat straight out of the ground ? all destined to fill the plot. The herb garden was smaller and just outside the kitchen, it would consist mostly of things she used the most in her own cooking.
Rose bushes already lined the fence row of the other house. It wouldn?t be hard to transplant a few and then replace them with cuttings come fall.
She plopped herself down next to the western fence and pulled out some ph strips for testing. While the dirt took it?s litmus test, she stared out over the back garden. Kruger had promised to help her move the stone benches and planters in place, so that was taken care of.
In her mind she could see where the barbecue grill and picnic table would go. But there was still that one spot near the back gate, just off the trail. She hadn?t decided what to put there yet. Pansies? Peonies?
She glanced over there to get a better idea of what might fit. Her gaze moved to the gate and the trail, right to the spot she was thinking of. Right to the spot where Marcus had stood.
You?re alone. No one to help you. Your friend with the gun? He pretends to help you, and he brings you right to me. Your other friends don?t even know you?re in trouble. Oh or is it your god that you think will protect you. Your god who pretends to love you, then takes everything away from you. Your god who doesn?t even bother to show up to help you. Who leaves you here to fight on your own.
She squeezed her eyes shut hoping to silence the voice pounding in her head.
He doesn?t love you, you know. He?s using you. He wants what I can give him. He?s much smarter than I gave him credit. You?re alone. Your god who doesn?t even bother to show up to help you. Who leaves you here to fight on your own. Your god who doesn?t even bother to show up to help you. Who leaves you here to fight on your own.
Bam! Bam! The concussive blast of the bullets from her gun end the voices again. And then Kruger standing before her with such open worry. And then the look on his face when she says the words.
She opens her eyes and looks at that spot once more. And she knows. She?ll buy some baby?s breath tomorrow and get it started soon. Then come fall she?d set out daffodil bulbs.
She wanted to set them out along the western fence along with some rhododendrons. The jasmine would be set out near the library.
She?d planned out the vegetable garden the day before. Tomatoes, green onions, cucumbers, and watermelons ? the foods she liked to eat straight out of the ground ? all destined to fill the plot. The herb garden was smaller and just outside the kitchen, it would consist mostly of things she used the most in her own cooking.
Rose bushes already lined the fence row of the other house. It wouldn?t be hard to transplant a few and then replace them with cuttings come fall.
She plopped herself down next to the western fence and pulled out some ph strips for testing. While the dirt took it?s litmus test, she stared out over the back garden. Kruger had promised to help her move the stone benches and planters in place, so that was taken care of.
In her mind she could see where the barbecue grill and picnic table would go. But there was still that one spot near the back gate, just off the trail. She hadn?t decided what to put there yet. Pansies? Peonies?
She glanced over there to get a better idea of what might fit. Her gaze moved to the gate and the trail, right to the spot she was thinking of. Right to the spot where Marcus had stood.
You?re alone. No one to help you. Your friend with the gun? He pretends to help you, and he brings you right to me. Your other friends don?t even know you?re in trouble. Oh or is it your god that you think will protect you. Your god who pretends to love you, then takes everything away from you. Your god who doesn?t even bother to show up to help you. Who leaves you here to fight on your own.
She squeezed her eyes shut hoping to silence the voice pounding in her head.
He doesn?t love you, you know. He?s using you. He wants what I can give him. He?s much smarter than I gave him credit. You?re alone. Your god who doesn?t even bother to show up to help you. Who leaves you here to fight on your own. Your god who doesn?t even bother to show up to help you. Who leaves you here to fight on your own.
Bam! Bam! The concussive blast of the bullets from her gun end the voices again. And then Kruger standing before her with such open worry. And then the look on his face when she says the words.
She opens her eyes and looks at that spot once more. And she knows. She?ll buy some baby?s breath tomorrow and get it started soon. Then come fall she?d set out daffodil bulbs.