(Fancifully written for my 100Words exercise.)
The trees were bare but in her hands she held a summer’s bounty: plump grapes, red-ripe tomatoes, dreams of raspberries, towering spikes of foxglove and ipomopsis. A carpet of alyssum, creeping phlox and sky blue petunias spread in her mind from the shivering cherry blossom to the corner of the house. That dark, dull corner under the maple? A shady woodland border full of ferns and hostas and lily of the valley, the shocking pink of a bleeding heart catching her eye back in the corner.
She bit the end of her pen, thoughtfully, and dreamed of a fertile soil.