Gardening for distraction
I busied myself with gardening, hoping the activity would distract me from my worries. My hands worked the soil, planting rows of roses and tulips, the scent offering a brief respite from the stress festering inside me.
The rhythm of the work brought a semblance of peace, but it was fleeting. Each bloom reminded me of the grandchildren who used to run around the yard, helping me plant flowers.