Happiest Times
Albert was devastated by June’s diagnosis and the fact that she was no longer interested in many of her previous activities. She no longer cooked elaborate foods, read poetry, or knitted, and whenever he tried to bring up her past interests, she would just appear blank. But her gaze brightened when she entered the garden.
He was aware that her memories of the porch swing and the bright lawn were richer than those of being securely snuggled inside. There was always going to be a part of June as long as they had the garden.
