The sprawling backyard of the Burrow spread out beyond the simple garden gate. Charles was sleeping soundly in her arms while William cautiously played in the dirt. Molly wished she had more toys to give him, but it was impossible on Arthur's meager salary. They never intended to have children so soon. But now as she watched her oldest's intense concentration, and thought about the energy Charles had already, though he wasn't yet one, she wouldn't trade them for anything.
But the Burrow could still use some work. Molly wasn't happy there, with the precarious craftsmanship, hurriedly built before she gave birth. There wasn't much she could do about the inside, but the outside, surely she could make that her own. She wandered through her simple garden, staring at the walls that separated it from the rest of their lawn. "Perhaps some roses here, an espalier along that wall," she said to herself. "A path to lead from here to the gate." For the first time, Molly found herself smiling as she thought about the Burrow, and wished Arthur would get home soon to mind the children so she could start to work. A/N: For the Drabble Collection Challenge. Prompt: espalier. I'm not JKR and don't own the characters. Word Count: 193.