"I hate this," Lila withdrew her hands from her body as if the dirt on her fingers could taint anything she touched. I despise filth. Gardens are a source of great frustration for me. Particularly annoying is the fact that filth can lodge under one's fingernails and remain there for days.
With a smile playing on his lips, Regan glanced up from his kneeling position next to the raised bed they had constructed the previous weekend. Her old pants, which she had worn in the vineyard, had black stains at the knees, and the afternoon sun accentuated the streaks of dirt on her cheek, where she had unknowingly brushed back a lock of hair.
He gently suggested, "We could hire someone," but they both knew she would never accept. Especially considering she was the one who first insisted on the nec
