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silently prayed Mam kept a record on that kind of thing. And that she possessed one of those moron books to gardening.
     

Three  
     
     
     
    Mam didn’t keep many personal items around her house, aside from the absurd amount of knick-knacks that covered every surface. There were no photo albums, no journals, no phone books. The only personal item she found was a handwritten note in a beautiful frame hanging on her bedroom wall. It said simply, “I’m sorry I was such an asshole. - John”
    Anna laughed when she found it. For the first time she was getting some insight into the kind of woman her great aunt had been. She wondered who John was and what he did and what Mam must have said to him to prompt such a note. And, most of all, what prompted Mam to spend time and money to so carefully preserve a note that apologized for being an asshole.
    It seemed like Mam had stubborn and bitter streak. It wasn’t good enough that he said sorry once. No, she needed to see his apology note proudly displayed on the wall in her house. The thought of Mam walking passed it every morning and night and scoffing or smirking made her laugh again.
    She had been in Stars Landing for a little over a week. She spent most of her free time acquiring books and pouring over them, taking meticulous little notes that she put into alphabetical order. Taking a walk on the property with two of her books, a bucket of rocks and a permanent marker, she found and labeled every already planted field. The ones that had nothing in them she assumed were up to her to figure out what to plant. The thought was exciting if not a little daunting.
    It took her all of five minutes to decide to plant the largest open field with chamomile. She could sell it as a plant. Or she could sell it as herbs for dishes. And, more importantly, she could dry it and package it to sell as tea in the off season when there would be no fresh harvests.
    Annabelle had always been good at planning. In school she had always been top of her class and she spent many hours pouring over non-school books in her free time. She had always been eager to learn new things. She probably could have gone to any college of her choice on a scholarship had she ever been able to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. She had always been too busy planning to actually decide. She could open a bookstore or her own coffee shop. She could go to veterinary school.
    The idea was always more exciting than actually committing to it.
    She had always been envious of the people who simply knew what they wanted to do. They wanted to go to law school so they could fight social injustice. They wanted to go to business school and become a filthy rich venture capitalist and spend all their free time chasing models on exotic beaches.
    She had never been that passionate. So she slaved away at ten or twelve hour days at someone else’s business and socked away money for the day when she maybe, just maybe would take the chance, drain her account, and start her own business. But there was always that little voice in the back of her head telling her she was never going to be able to pull it off.
    Mam’s farm falling into her lap was the kick in the pants she needed. A opportunity, with no anxiety-filled move of her own, came by and she could grab it by the short hairs and take a chance. She wouldn’t spend the rest of her life wishing she had found the courage earlier. Or, worse, yet, to die with a “what if” between her line.
    So although she had never had a green thumb (evidenced by the dozens of houseplants she had managed to kill over the years, despite following the care instructions exactly) she was going to put everything she had into this. Even if she failed she would know that once in her small little life, she faced all of the fear and anxiety and self-doubt, looked them in the face, and told them all to go straight to hell.
    Sylvester jumped up on the desk where she was writing down notes on garden