She took a deep draw of air, filling her lungs. The smell of honeysuckle and horses permeated her senses. She walked out the gate to pick up the bucket she had left on the ground and saw something moving in the moonlight. Focusing her eyes, she realized it was moving. It was a baby raccoon checking out the bucket. She walked over; picked it up. The animal just moved aside, not even phased by the larger animal approaching.
Spring was her favorite time of year, But summer into autumn was her most memorable. It would be a year come August. Her heart still ached.
She had fared pretty well without him, better than she ever thought she would. The farm was small, and she could drive a tractor. She was a little behind where they would have been together, yet she was managing. Some things were harder than others, but she was tough. She had to be.
Still, she missed him terribly. All their plans for the little farm would still happen. It was just gonna take a might longer is all.
He was gone.
They had seen to that.