Jamison wakes to birdsong. She listens for a moment before addressing
the poodle curled up at the edge of her bed. "Are you hungry,
opens an eye, wags his tail tentatively.
rises slowly and walks to the kitchen where she prepares coffee and
unwraps the muffin she bought yesterday. She and Jake sit outside
watching the schoolchildren trudge up the sidewalk. Agnes breaks her
muffin into pieces and feeds some to the dog. "I expect we'll
the last of the children have gotten onto the bus, Agnes rinses her
plate and mug and sets them in the drainer. "Come Jake."
She wheels the mower from the garage and studies it.
are you doing?"
turns to see her neighbor, hands on hips. "Good morning, Phil."
can't do that."
it too early?"
you put gas in it?"
mow. After work."
can manage, dear. If you could..."
scowls and picks up the gas can, lowers the nozzle into the tank.
if you could be so kind as to start it." Agnes says, when he's
through. "Ben used to say it was hard to wake in the spring."
She blinks away tears, remembering.
puts one foot on a back wheel and pulls the starter.
One...Two...Three. He takes a break and tries again. One...Two...
Agnes takes the handle and pushes the mower into the back yard. She
delights in the scent of fresh-cut grass; admires the neat lines
etched into her lawn. The dog walks beside her, nosing the grass. She
looks to her left and cuts the motor. "Haven't you left?"
can't let you mow."
won't start it again."
pulls on the starter cord. The mower roars back to life.
are you doing this?" Phil shouts.
I can," she says.
alchemy changes winter blues into spring fever," she says. "And
turns an old woman young again."
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