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It was a belated wedding gift, something small but a gift nonetheless. We'd missed the wedding with Jack in the hospital and since then I hadn't been up to the task of shopping.
I stepped back to admire my work. I had pruned the grevilla to a broad, low shape to show off its spikey grey-blue leaves - I thought of my mother and how before she died she'd not managed to spend any time in her garden on the farm, leaving it to the birds and wallabies to make it home.