Tom had planted flowers and put in a garden every year, but after his wife died he didn’t see the point. Who would he share it with? Who would he pick bouquets for? Who would turn the bland zucchini into delicious bread?
In the spring, daffodils bloomed where he hadn’t planted them thanks to transplanting squirrels. Tomatoes sprouted from fruit that fell last September. And sunflowers grew wherever birds dropped seeds from the feeder. He didn’t want a garden this year but apparently life did.
So Tom took the hint, put on his work gloves and turned over the warm soil.