Agnes sat by the French windows in her room and watched the work they are doing. Apparently, her granddaughter has arranged for a garden to be planted beside her room.
She was not very pleased by it because she is not fond of flowers that have strong fragrances. But she could not fathom how Aurora knew it. She never talked to her about it.
Peonies... The only flower she can bear with.
And the garden has a variety of peonies along with some scent-free flowers.
She recalled Aurora talking to Mrs. Delport that the garden would be blooming by late May and it will uplift her mood.
Agnes' lips curved up imagining a garden of flowers around her bedroom.
That girl... She's smart... Just in a different way. She's more of the homely sort. No wonder he loved her so much!
"There is a storm ahead for Aurora, Ma'am," Mrs. Delport said to Agnes offering her tea.
Agnes got the tea from her. "Thanks," she nodded.
