Mr. Jackson, who she was told to call simply Jackson, said that the property was fenced in and that she should feel free to roam as she wanted. The booted cast she had on was nice since she could walk instead of riding on her butt all the time. And the sun felt wonderful on her face. She looked down at her list. Han had always wanted an herb garden. She wasn’t a great cook by any means, but the smell of some of the richer herbs she’d seen in shops was so nice that she was excited to see if she could find some in the yard. Jackson had given her a small knife, a book on herbs, as well as a basket to put them in. He’d even gone out to the yard and showed her how to dig them up without hurting them. “You go on and get us some starts. There are wild herbs out there that are just waiting for someone to cut them up in some salad. If you bring back the wrong thing, we’ll just toss it and try again.” She nodded and left him standing there.
