All living things. Animals and plants, but especially plants. Her delight. The house smells of moss and acorns, of blossom and verdant decay. Her apron still hangs on the hook by the door, the soil-stained pocket sagging with the weight of spade and wrotter and trowel. She favored hand-made tools made by her husband, the blacksmith. He feels about steel and iron the way she did about growing things, knows the magic of fire and air, the muscles of his arms like hawsers, his thick fingers amazingly deft.
He allows nobody into her greenhouse. He is mourning yet, perhaps will forever.
Liked it, thanks.
Just beautiful
Dear Josh,
Beautifully written heart breaker.
Shalom,
Rochelle
A beautiful love story.
This wonderful. I love the detail, and the description, esp: ‘knows the magic of fire and air’.
Excellent. I mean that.
Such a heart breaking story, Mr Hardy. Very well written.
I guess the link is not working for some. Here’s mine https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/06/07/neelwritesffplant100words07062017/
I feel his despair and heartbreak. Well done.
This is beautifully done and I love the juxtaposition of his physical strength and his emotional attachment to his wife. You’ve built real character.
xx Rowena
Loved this. So beautifully written!
Beautiful picture if evergreen love and a marriage of harmony! How can one even hope that he would get over it!
Very touching
He has kept her memories alive in the plants and tools. This reflects strong love and marriage.
http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/06/the-accident.html?m=1
Poignant story.