Unearthing Memories
Arthur’s hand bumped on something hard as he was collecting the remaining rubble. Leaning down, he could just make out an ancient, rusted trowel in the last of the light. Jared usually kept it close at hand for small tasks around the garden because it was his favorite. Arthur couldn’t help but smile as he recalled how Jared would delve into the ground and tell stories as old as the nearby trees.
Unearthing Memories
Remembering Jared’s Stories
The leaves were rustled by a light wind. Arthur reclined as he thought about the cool dirt under him.
Jared frequently talked about the history of the estate, including its secret locations and undiscovered trails. How many of those stories were real, Arthur wondered? But Jared’s tales gave the garden a sense of magic and mystery, a universe of possibilities concealed beneath the soil and leaves.
Remembering Jared’s Stories
