The sun was starting to come out, I finished just in time. I walked around to examine my work. From what I could remember, Dean’s mom, Rose, had some lavender here along the walkway leading up to the lemon tree. I was able to plant everything else but the lemon tree. There were many patches of soil around the yard where I had planted seeds. I tried to picture the yard when I had seen it when I was a child. A mixture of purple, yellow, and white flowers blossomed along the brick yard. There was a lemon tree with a stone pathway leading to the French doors of the house. In all the extra space, she had grass. I planted grass seed, but that wouldn’t come out for another week or two. Luckily, I didn’t have to come back and water everything because it constantly rained here in Georgetown. I re-soiled everything so the plants would be able to grow. My work here was done. Weeks went by. Dean still continued to ignore me in the hallways and especially during class. For him, my seat was an empty space.
