What a rare story of love!

Aunt Jane sounds like she was battling herself and was forced either to toil the land in exchange for a bit of inner peace or let her mouth chase it downhill. I am sure her inability to express the darkest parts of herself is among the reasons she held on to her temper as it validated whatever she felt.

I might be wrong though.

Isn't gardening something amazing though? It helped keep the both of you together as you fell in love with what probably anchored her spirit to this realm. I may have had a problem with living so close to a lake, eating okras, or her thunderous anger but I would have certainly enjoyed watching her when her reflexes relaxed and the art of nurturing both the soil and the produce took over her.

Thank you for the tag 🔆