How Two Extra Jobs and Forty Thousand Dollars Bought the Old Miller Farm
“The framing will hold whatever we put on it.”
He walked three yards out into the side yard, where a cracked concrete cistern lid sat level with the dirt.
A single tiny green sprout was pushing up out of the black soil right against the concrete rim.
“Peonies,” I said, crouching in the weeds to touch the tender red tip of the leaf.
“My grandmother had red ones just like this by her pump house.”
Nate didn’t look down at the plant.