This is in response to a Friday Fictioneers photo prompt above. It reminded me of my daughter’s work in organic gardening, and the freedom that comes with being outdoors in Nature. Enjoy! Thanks for the prompt and for coming by to read!
The spry old woman bent down, behind the makeshift counter of stacked wooden boxes, to retrieve a fallen potato.
“Angie?” a familiar voice quavered.
Angie bounced back from her crouch with a huge smile.
“Beatrice! Well, I’ll be!”
They half-hugged over the heirlooms: Beatrice, stiff and starched in her church clothes, and Angie, relaxed, in her jeans and soiled apron.
“We missed you in church again today,” chided Beatrice, lightly squeezing the just-plucked tomatoes.
Angie looked around. A stray breeze relieved her brow of a few sweaty strands.
“Oh, Beatrice,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m at church right now.”