Edna watch the young people for a moment, and then slipped out the kitchen door.  The late afternoon sun was still high in the sky and would be for awhile longer.  She stepped off of the back porch and into the soft green grass of her back garden.  Her eyes crinkled in pleasure to see the well manicure work she had done.<br/><br/>A great variety of flowers grew in neat little square beds, with a stone walkway between them.  Little stone gnomes and angel peeked out from behind some of the plants.  At times, she almost believed that they might be real.  If they were, she might not be so lonely.<br/><br/>She glided down the stone paths, laid by her loving brother.  Some of the stones were painted, or had engravings with hopeful sayings.  In the center of her garden was her faded wooden bench and her birth bath.  She considered doing so work, like she should, but in the end sat on the bench quietly, until the birds returned to visit the marble bath.  It had been an expensive purchase, but it was her pride and joy.  What was the use of such a nice garden if she did not take the time to enjoy it anyway?  The work would still be there another day.