As they worked, they chatted and laughed, enjoying each other's company in the beautiful garden.
After finishing their tasks, they stepped back to admire their handwork. Before them lay a breathtaking sight: a vibrant, thriving garden, teeming with life and color.
They stood together, both glistening with sweat from their physical labor. Thea's hair, once neatly tied back, was now stuck to her forehead, strands framing her face in a tangled mess. But despite the dishevelment, she looked beautiful.Grandma Grace, too, looked lovely, her silver hair dampened by the heat, her face aglow with a warm smile.
Together, they stood there, two generations of strong, capable women, united in their love of nature and their joy in each other's company. Despite the sweat and the tangled hair, they were both beautiful, inside and out.
"Now it's looking beautiful." Grandma Grace commented.
