Future Garden

The shovel pierced the earth for the hundredth time. Sinking as low as it could, then lifting dirt, turning it, and placing it back inside the hole. The shovel continued like this for a few more minutes until Antoinette decided she needed a drink of water.

Stopping to drink, she gazed at the newly turned ground. The future of her flower and herb garden. It was hard work turning the soil by hand, but she knew that once the flowers bloomed it would be worth every sore muscle.

Smiling she went back to digging. Imagining the plants blooming and thriving in her future garden.