Luke was not into monastic life in which the priests would do everything, including gardening, with the full clergy clothes.  Instead, he had changed into jeans and a t-shirt and, should anyone walk on property not knowing who he was - they would probably not guess he was the friar of the place.<br/><br/>He walked into the shed, realizing Clara looked awfully cute searching for gardening tools.  Luke gently smiled:  "You have mostly everything you need; here."  He had found an apron which would help keep her clothes relatively clean.  He asked her if she wanted him to tie the back for her.  "The mulch isn't here yet, I have to cut it.  I'll bring you bags of grass; then you can lay the grass out on some of the bed of flowers and the garden of food we're growing for the poor.  That way, the weeds don't come up.  Take your time, it is a beautiful day."  As Luke reached for some empty trash bags to put the grass in, he accidentally brushed up against her hip.<br/><br/>His heart began to pound; the whole point of all of this was to get away from each other and it wasn't quite working.  He didn't linger too long, in case she thought him strange for suddenly stopping.<br/><br/>"The lawn mower has room for another person, sometimes I'd cut grass and ride around with the church kids.  Wanna hop on for the first round?"