It is the end of garden season. Time has also passed for Mr. Jardin in this short story. Be sure to click on “View original post” at the bottom to jump over to SERENDIPITY for the rest of the story.
Every spring and summer for many years, decades in fact, Mr. Jardin had spent weekday evenings and all day Saturday or Sunday tending to his yard and garden. With such a large area to manage, Mr. Jardin found the work to be a full-time job, in addition to his full-time job.
The yard was bigger than most in the area and there was a long garden down one side with a vast variety of plants. Along the other side ran a sidewalk, but Mr. Jardin found just enough room between the walk and the neighbor’s fence for a row of lilies of the valley. The flowers did not last long, but the large green leaves were there all season.
Beyond the back fence near to the alley was a cement slab where Mr. Jardin often parked his car. Along a fence on the side…
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