The cherry tree at the bottom of the garden dusted the lawn with candy pink spring blossoms every year, drifting on the breeze as they fell gracefully towards the manicured, soft blades of grass. The plant beds were abundant with gladioli, foxglove and candytuft, tones of lilac, pink, blue and white all danced together to the sound of birdsong under the gleam of the sun.
The sun was waning now, drawing away as Lizzie looked out of the kitchen window, her orange and kale juice forgotten in her hand as she muttered under her breath about the state of the shrubs and the raised lumps in the lawn. Her green fingers
