And so they grew to become vegetation and blanketed the ground with fragrance, humble and sweet.
JUDE AWOKE TO the soft, regular patter of rain and the indistinct reminiscence of goals full of coloration and motion. She was once tempted to snuggle beneath the covers and slide back into sleep, to find those desires again. But that seemed wrong. Overindulgent.
More productive, she decided, to create and keep a routine. A rainy Sunday morning may want to be spent on simple housekeeping chores. After all, she didn’t have a cleansing service right here in Ardmore as she had in Chicago.
On some secret degree she in reality seemed forward to the dusting and mopping, the little duties that would in some way make the cottage hers. She supposed it wasn’t very sensible of her, but she virtually lo
