CHAPTER SEVEN
Shopping packed away, Charlotte made herself an iced tea and wandered downstairs. Evening was closing in, the air cooling to a pleasant temperature. Maybe a little table and chairs out here would be nice for enjoying the new garden.
The talk with Darcy helped put ideas in motion. She’d go shopping on Sunday for tools at the least, and begin weeding, pruning, and turning the soil in the beds.
She checked the message Darcy had sent. The link took her to a garden centre in a town she’d yet to visit, but only twenty or so minutes’ drive away. Their website was inviting.
Something made her look up Kingfisher Falls Garden Centre. On the front page was an image, not of the shopfront, or plants, but Veronica. She posed in front of a giant pot, holding a colourful tray of flowerin
