“I think we should put the dill along the back of the bed.” Grossmammi reached out as if to plant the herb on her own, and Rebecca pulled herself together and caught her hand. “No, you don’t.” She managed a smile. “Remember what we decided? You’re going to plan your herb bed, but I’m the worker, ain’t so?” Grossmammi would be moving in soon, and she’d insisted she couldn’t leave her herb garden behind. So Mammi had offered her flower bed, and Rebecca had agreed to do the transplanting. If it made Grossmammi more content with moving, it was certainly worth the time. “Ach, it’s a fine thing when I can’t even transplant a few herbs without all this fuss.” Grossmammi settled back onto the porch steps at Mamm and Daad’s place, but Rebecca could see she still wasn’t convinced she couldn’t do the job herself. “You know what the doctor said. No lifting, no bending.
