Epilogue
Mrs. Fawkes-Montgomery finished filling her watering can from the outdoor spigot and carried it back to where the tulips were beginning to make an appearance behind the house. The snowdrops by the back door were thriving and soon the violets and primroses out front would begin blooming. It had been a long, rainy winter and Devon was finally emerging into a promising springtime.
The sun was coming out, and if she wanted to continue with her garden work, she might even need to get a hat. If this weather kept up, it would be a glorious day.
Mrs. Fawkes-Montgomery scurried inside, looking through her closet for a broad-brimmed hat. Even if it didn’t get too warm, it would be nice to wear a different type of hat again. She’d been wearing a rain hat for months now, and even if she’d
