The late afternoon warmed the soil. Overhead skeins of geese flew in military formation heading for the sanctuary of the bog.
She gathered the digging tools – a hand rake and a well-used trowel its broken metal handle replaced with one of wood.
A bag of bone meal.
An ancient wicker basket filled with tulip bulbs.
She dug in the glorious jewel colours – ruby reds, shimmery pearl whites, peridot greens. diamond yellows.
Then gently. Lovingly. Happily patted the earth safely over the buried treasure.
To be discovered.
with cries of joy.
In anticipation of spring.