Chapter 2
Lorna arrived early the next afternoon, while Hugh was in the garden contemplating which of the overgrown and neglected areas to tackle first.
Grass? Roses? Rambling vines that entirely obscured the stone wall running alongside the road? Or perhaps the pile of too-thick logs beside the woodshed that still needed splitting into usable firewood?
Every one of them reminded him how much his back, arms, and even his hands ached from all the box moving and unpacking the day before. And left him wondering how long it would take to get used to all the yardwork he and Carolyn had ahead of them after years in a no-maintenance flat.
Truly the sort of labor and adjustment they were both looking forward to, sore muscles or no.
The day was sunny and brisk, the brighter light reassuring hi
