Early Years in the Gardens of Candles
“Smell this,” says Chloe, picking something from the herb garden.
“Yum,” Jimson approves. “Smells great!”
“Can we eat it?”
They chew on fresh mint; a comfortable silence stretches between best friends.
“Did your gardener Jake grow this?”
“Yep. And tomatoes and pumpkins and strawberries. And flowers.”
“Jake’s my hero,” says Chloe. “He grows things.”
Jimson doesn’t want to grow things. He wants to cook things, like his mother does.
“Jake’s awesome, but Mom’s my hero. She says now that I’m six I can be her helper!”
He picks sage for tonight’s squash soup. Mom will be proud of him!