Gardening Her mother loved roses, but Wynna favored the peony most. She knelt among them in her garden, using what she learned to prune them. None were quite yet ready for picking, and when they were she'd grace her table with a beautiful centerpiece. Slouching over the blush-pink and light-blue blooms, she inhaled their fragrance and smiled.
Wynna wasn't aware of her husband sneaking up on her with a catlike fervour, a small bucket of water in his hands. Bregdan tossed its contents at her and laughed as she squealed her surprise.
"That's for pushing me into the lake, my love!"
