Gardening

She stretched.  Arms overhead and back arched she sought to relive the stiffness.  For several hours she had crouched among the plants pulling weeds and tidying up her garden. 

Her daughters had encouraged her to make the garden smaller to reduce the workload.  They had talked to her about getting some of the neighbor kids to help so she wouldn’t have to do all the hard work. 

Each time she would smile at them, nod her head and after they left go out into yard and pick up where she left off the day before, lovingly caring for her plants.