“Get out of there, ya rascal,” Gertrude mumbled as she pulled at a large weed in her garden. “This is what I get for not coming out here a couple of days.”
Grunting, he leaned back and the weed’s roots let go. With a startled gasp, she fell onto her backside. After a few seconds, she burst out laughing.
Few things soothed her like spending time outside, especially after fighting off a cold. Brushing off her hands, she pushed herself up and smiled at her handiwork. Pretty soon she’d have to harvest most of her plants and prepare for winter.