Her smile thinned. “Your old-lady garden is certainly alive.”
I ignored her and reached for the watering can. That was when a sparrow landed beside my shoe.
Another bounced beneath the feeder near the fence.
Then three more appeared in the maple overhead.
A thought began forming.
I looked at the birds. Then at Audrey’s perfect white porch.
A thought began forming.
By the time Audrey drove away that afternoon, I was already in the shed.
I filled both feeders to the brim and scattered extra seed along my side of the garden nearest her porch.
I was halfway through the bag when someone cleared her throat behind me.
Carol stood at the gate, staring at the birdseed.
“Helen.”
I turned. Carol stood at the gate, staring at the birdseed.
Then she looked at Audrey’s porch. Then back at me.
“That seems like an awful lot of seed.”
“
