Chapter 7
The huge back yard was full of various shapes and sizes of flower beds, bushes, and garden beds that her mother adored, and surrounded by perfectly trimmed grass that Laura’s father took great pride in. All of it already cleaned up for autumn despite the summer-themed dinner.
Knee-high solar lights shaped like dragonflies, hummingbirds, and her mother’s favorite bumblebees reflected off of newly planted bunches of mums in all colors. Bunches of cheerful yellow black-eyed Susans, speckled toad lilies, dainty pale blue asters, and neatly tended roses and other flowers ready for hibernation decorated the path.
The garden beds still held winter squash growing fat and happy on trellises, wrinkly dark green kale like miniature forests, and thatches of smooth collard greens that tast
