Call Me Amy (2013)
“I popped into Miss Cogshell’s every other day for quick visits. Sometimes I would borrow a book from her collection.
“Let’s plant those lupines,” I said one day, glancing at the overflowing cups on her windowsill.
“Today?” she said.
“Sure, why not?”
“Well, yes. Yes, I suppose we could. Just give me a moment to get ready.”
I hunted around until I found an old shoebox. Eight little plant cups fit snuggly into the lid, while the leftovers filled the box. “What can we dig with?” I asked.
Miss Cogsh...ell’s voice trailed down the hall and I heard the word woodshed.
“Okey-dokey!” I gave the screen door a shove with my knee, carried the boxes of pots out, and placed them along the edge of the back step. Then I hurried over to one of my favorite places. I pushed up the bolt and creaked open the heavy woodshed door. The smell of stale wood shavings filled my nose and I sneezed. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw tools of all sizes. Stuffed in a web-filled old pot was a small trowel.MoreLess
“Let’s plant those lupines,” I said one day, glancing at the overflowing cups on her windowsill.
“Today?” she said.
“Sure, why not?”
“Well, yes. Yes, I suppose we could. Just give me a moment to get ready.”
I hunted around until I found an old shoebox. Eight little plant cups fit snuggly into the lid, while the leftovers filled the box. “What can we dig with?” I asked.
Miss Cogsh...ell’s voice trailed down the hall and I heard the word woodshed.
“Okey-dokey!” I gave the screen door a shove with my knee, carried the boxes of pots out, and placed them along the edge of the back step. Then I hurried over to one of my favorite places. I pushed up the bolt and creaked open the heavy woodshed door. The smell of stale wood shavings filled my nose and I sneezed. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw tools of all sizes. Stuffed in a web-filled old pot was a small trowel.MoreLess
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