The next morning, Ada rose at six. She dressed hurriedly and hustled outside to pick her flowers. Ada ended up picking ten bunches of wildflowers from her experimental patch along with thirty stems of each color of delphinium, which meant she had white, blue, pink, and lilac.
Lightheartedness bubbled in her chest and a faint adrenaline rush had her ready way too early. “I might as well go now,” she informed Archie.
The cat meowed and wound his way over to her, now brave enough to enter her tiny house. He rubbed against her legs and purred his satisfaction.
“Wish me luck, Archie.”
After double-checking she had everything, Ada jumped into the driver’s seat and drove out the gate. She’d just cleared her gateway when she recalled she’d fastened it shut the previous evening. Ada slammed on
