Potting Shed Catches Gossip

Sunlight entered the aquamarine potting shed from the east Beating the master gardener by a few minutes or steps Ruffled marigold seeds were waiting to be planted in seedling trays It was March the fifteenth, an opportune time to get things started Potting shed was feeling joyfully optimistic She had been shivery cold for the past three months Her owner had kept her heat at a steady sixty-seven degrees Muskrats and field mice had left her crawlspace for warmer places. Mrs. G. arrived carrying armloads of sacks marked Lowes. Two gorgeous African violets were pulled out first. Their purple color was exquisite, they were dark and velvety. Potting shed felt elated when she saw the floral tool bag Here was her good friend, Jay, the Japanese hand hoe, Sheila, the sierrated farmer’s dagger And Hattie, the shiny new trowel – were all eager to talk. Mrs. G. worked with fresh new dirt and pots for five hours. The second she left the whispering began. The tools had been shoved into a closet. They had not seen much, but they had heard a lot. Potting Shed sat back and listened to the latest gossip.