Green Fingers
They always met on a Tuesday. At a garden centre on the outskirts of town. It did a good scone and grobags were two for one.
A chance encounter initially. One busy day they'd shared a table, found common ground, arranged to meet again a fortnight on for a surreptitious car park swap. Some seedlings for Madeira cake, baked the evening before.
They met again. Love blossomed and grew. Seasons passed. The Grotto became Barbecue display. Salads replaced the hot specials. Fortnightly became weekly.
Next week though, he was going over to her house. To see her new raised bed.
- Category: General / Misc
- Tags: gardening, love, romance
5 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
And at my local garden centre it would be double points on a Tuesday, depending whether they were OAPs, which I infer from the fact that they're available during the day. I hope her raised bed is in the garden, but on the other hand, maybe I don't! Nice engaging drabble, Lisa.
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Btw, looking at the time posted, do you ever sleep?
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Left it deliberately ambiguous (Bed) Thank you. I do but wish I didn't have to- would get so much more done. Scheduled to post one a day X
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
I write at some odd times too. Only three to go to my qingenti-rabble. Must get on with Skin Deep tonight.
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Oh my!! Some milestone xx
