by Beth Wiseman
Saul stopped tilling when Rosemary neared the gate. The man was dripping in sweat. I should have at least brought him something cold to drink.
“Wie bischt?” Rosemary tried not to cringe, unsure if Saul even wanted to talk to her. He wiped sweat from his face with a rag that was tucked in his pocket.
“Ach, it’s going gut.” He paused, the hint of a smile on his face. “Mighty warm out here, though.” He pointed to a thermos lying nearby on the ground. “Finished that up already.”
Rosemary took a step closer, until she was right on the other side of the fence. “If you’ll hand me your thermos, I’ll fill it up with iced tea.”
“Danki, that would be great.”
Rosemary stood there a few moments, curling her toes in the grass beneath her bare feet, feeling the awkwardness. No matter the situation, she couldn’t see herself with anyone but him. Is this Your plan for me, Lord? Am I to sacrifice my dream for a large family to be with Saul?
“How’s your arm?”
“Much better. Danki.” He stood looking at her. Rosemary wondered if he felt half as awkward as she did. Maybe he just wanted her to go away.
“I’ll go then and let you get back to work.” She smiled, then turned to leave.
“Rosie?”
She stopped, turned around, and waited, her heart still pounding as hard as it was when she came out the front door.“Ya?”
Saul scratched his chin for a moment and grinned. “I thought you were going to help me.”
She swallowed hard. “Uh . . . I . . . uh, I mean, you said your arm was better.” She shrugged and looked down at the grass. “And after yesterday, I was thinking you probably didn’t want me around.” She looked up, knowing she sounded pitiful. But she felt pitiful.
“It’s better, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt and that I couldn’t use some help.”
She stared at this handsome man standing on the other side of the fence, the one who had stolen her heart when she was young. His boyish dimples, beautiful blue eyes, and broad shoulders made her feel a bit weak in the knees, and with clarity, she could almost feel his lips on hers as they’d been five years ago. And she longed to feel them again.
“Okay.” She pointed toward the house. “My gloves are inside. I’ll get them when I fill up your thermos.”
Saul smiled and said, “I’ll be here.”
Saul watched her for a few moments before he started back to work, Katherine’s words replaying in his mind. “. . . there is a reason that you two didn’t get together when you were young.”
Saul had prayed about it last night. He’d worked hard at being mad at Rosemary, and her wishy-washy behavior was frustrating. But he loved her, a fact he couldn’t deny. He did miss the Rosemary he knew at sixteen. I wonder if I’ll ever see that girl again.
His arm was throbbing. He’d known that pushing the tiller would be the hardest part of this job, but he was almost done, then he could start planting the seeds. For Saul, that was the best part of putting in a garden. Though gardening was normally women’s work, Saul had been in charge of it at his house for years. His mother and Lena would water and maintain it, but Saul laid the seeds in the soil, a process that made him feel closer to the Lord. He finished tilling just in time to see Rosemary pass through the opened gate toting his thermos and her gardening gloves.
“Here you go.” She smiled as she handed him the thermos, and Saul wished he could pull her into a hug. It would be more than enough for now. But the ice still felt thin, and he wanted to step softly.
“Danki.” He chugged down half of the thermos, put the lid back on, and blew out a breath. “I needed that.”
She folded her hands in front of her. “As you know, I’ve never put in a garden. I used to help Mudder when she was alive, but even then, I didn’t like it, and I’m sure I was more hindrance than help.”
“Come and see.” He pointed to a large bag he’d brought and motioned for her to follow him. He kneeled down, and she did too. “We are late into the planting season. Some plants tolerate root disturbance and it’s gut to start early. Broccoli, brussels sprouts, cauliflower, eggplant, and even tomatoes should be planted before now.” He turned to her and smiled. “But we’re going to plant tomatoes anyway. And there are some veggies that don’t like to be transplanted that do well when you direct seed them. We’re late on those, too, but they’re cold hardy, like corn, beans, and peas.”
Rosemary sighed and shook her head. “Gonna be a long time before those little seeds become vegetables.”
Saul chuckled, which felt good in light of everything. “You might have to keep accepting vegetables from Katherine for a while. She’s told me how much she enjoys her visits with your family.” He paused. “And during one of our conversations, she even seemed a little disappointed that I was putting in a garden for you.”
Rosemary frowned. I bet she is.
Saul was busy sorting through the seeds and putting them in piles. Rosemary wondered how often Saul and Katherine talked. Maybe Katherine was hitting on all the single men in the community, not just her father. Maybe she preferred men ten years older or ten years younger.
One thing she knew for sure—her father’s heart was involved, and if Katherine’s intentions weren’t exclusive to Daed, she needed to know. As much as she would like Katherine out of the picture, she didn’t want her father hurt. Accepting Katherine into their lives was the lesser of the evils, as long as she wasn’t making herself available to other men.
“Are the two of you gut friends, you and Katherine?” Her stomach flipped, and she was suddenly afraid of the answer.
Saul stopped his seed sorting and looked up at her. “Ya, we are very gut friends. Katherine is a wonderful person. Any man would be lucky to have her.”
Rosemary swallowed hard, surprised that Katherine was a contender for Saul’s affections after all the energy Saul had spent chasing Rosemary over the years. Jealousy was a sin, but Rosemary was experiencing it. Again. And both instances had one thing in common: Katherine. Everything about her rubbed Rosemary the wrong way, and the thought of Katherine and Saul together was even more disturbing than Katherine being with her father.
“I saw Katherine kissing mei daed.” The bold statement was fueled by jealousy, and as soon as she said it, she regretted it.
Saul didn’t look up from sorting the seeds, but he grinned. “Or maybe you saw your daed kissing Katherine?”
Rosemary folded her arms across her chest. Hmm . . . He didn’t seem a bit bothered by the news. “It’s very inappropriate for them to be carrying on like that. I mean, what if the boys had seen?”
Saul stood up, brushed dirt from his pants, then shrugged. “I don’t think the boys would have cared. I think they like Katherine.”
Rosemary walked closer to Saul. “How do you know so much about Katherine and mei family?”
Saul shrugged. “I told you. Katherine and I are gut friends. She loves gardening, so we started out sharing gardening tips, and the friendship just grew from there.” He paused, swiping at a bee that was buzzing around him. “And she brings us lots of food. I’m especially fond of her pineapple cherry crisp.”
Rosemary walked closer to him, close enough that she could see the tiny scar above his right eyebrow. She’d forgotten about it until now. She remembered when Saul got hit in the forehead with a baseball bat when they were young. He was playing catcher, and Levi Esh had swung the bat a little too close and nailed him in the forehead.
“Katherine brings food to your family?”
“Ya. And Mamm and Lena take things to her too. It’s called sharing.” Saul winked, then tore open a package of seeds with his teeth.
“I share. All the time.” Forgive me, Lord. It was a tiny lie. She’d been so busy feeling sorry for herself and tending to the household that she hadn’t made much time to do for others. She reached for the package of seeds that Saul was getting ready to rip into. “Give me that. You’re going to break a tooth.” She peeled back the top of
the package and wondered why Saul had used his teeth. “There aren’t many in here,” she said. It would be winter before these seeds produced any vegetables, and they would probably freeze over. By then, Katherine might be living with us, and then she can take care of the garden.
She pushed the thought aside, and when Saul squatted down in between two rows of freshly tilled dirt, Rosemary did too.
“We’ve been lucky that it hasn’t rained. It’s best to plant in dry soil, fertilize, and then water like crazy when you’re done.”
Rosemary watched Saul lay out the seeds, spacing them perfectly with a steady hand. You would have thought he was performing surgery or that his life depended on the exact placement of each tiny seed. His expression was stern, his mouth tight, and his eyes completely focused on the task.
“These are fast-growers. The large-seeded ones usually are, like this squash.” He delicately dropped the seed in, pushed on it, and looked up at her. “They’ll root pretty fast.” He wiped his brow. “That’s the key. We want them rooted well. Then you’ll just have to water them gut every day.”
While Rosemary didn’t relish the idea of adding another task to her chore list, she had to admit, she’d be anxious to see the first signs of growth, and Saul’s passion for gardening was almost contagious. Almost.
They finished the row of squash, then Saul walked to the other side of the garden where he’d left a brown backpack. He came back holding a tiny flag with the word Squash written on it. He stuck it in the ground. “There. The first row is done.”
They both stood up, and Rosemary felt something slither beneath her bare foot. Without thinking, she jumped and threw her arms around Saul’s neck. He swooped her up as she screamed. Nothing scared her more than snakes. She buried her head in his chest and clung to his shirt with both hands as he cradled her in his arms.
“Is it gone?” She held on tighter. “Please tell me it’s gone!”
Saul held her even closer. “You’re okay. It’s all right.” He spoke softly, tenderly. “It was a tiny grass snake.” He eased her down on the ground, then burst out laughing. “No bigger around than a pencil, and not much longer.”
Rosemary playfully slapped him on the arm. “It’s not funny!” But the more he laughed, the larger her smile grew, and before she knew it, she was bent at the waist laughing just as hard as he was, and thinking how dumb she must have seemed. It felt good to laugh. Saul stopped before she did, and when she faced him, he was staring at her.
She struggled to get control of herself, and finally she said, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“There she is.”
Rosemary turned in a circle, looking all around before she turned back to him. A slight smile was on his face, but his eyes were serious and locked with hers. “Who?” she asked.
“The Rosie I remember.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
By Friday, Saul was exhausted from planting. It took every ounce of patience he had to go so slowly. A garden this size could have been finished days ago, but things on the job site were going well, and he was stretching out his time with Rosemary for as long as he could. It had been a wonderful week, and they’d talked and been silly. But the old and the new Rosemary still came and went, and Saul could tell that something was weighing heavily on her. Sometimes she’d put distance between them, often going back in the house early, saying that she had chores to finish. He still wasn’t sure where he stood with her, and neither had mentioned anything about going out on Saturday.
He looked up midmorning and saw her coming across the yard. She smiled and waved, and Saul decided he was going to officially ask her out on a date since things had been going so well.
“Are you still working on that garden?” She giggled as she came through the gate, and Saul’s heart warmed.
“It takes a keen understanding of how to plant properly.” Saul walked toward her as she drew closer, and it took everything in his power not to pull her into his arms. It had been torturous to be around her all week. In a good way.
She glanced around. “Looks like we’ll finish today.”
Saul wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard a bit of regret in her voice. “I think so.”
She reached over and touched his arm. A tingle ran up his spine, and he reminded himself to not just grab her, that it might ruin everything if he spooked her. “I see you’re down to a much smaller bandage. Your wound must be healing nicely.”
“Ya. I’ve even been changing the bandage myself instead of bothering Lena with it.”
Rosemary laughed. “I know that was a big step. I’ve never seen a man who was such a baby about an injury.”
Saul could feel his cheeks turning red. “Ya, I know.” He paused, rubbed his chin. “Rosie . . .” He took a deep breath. “Would you still like to go out with me tomorrow night?” He swallowed and held up one hand, palm toward her, and avoided her eyes. “I’ll respect whatever you say.” He waited a few moments, then looked up and steadied his gaze as he met eyes with her. “This will be the last time I ask.” He stepped closer.
She kept her eyes on his, her expression not giving away what her answer would be.
He waited, his heart still thumping.
“Well,” she finally said, smiling. “You have waited a long time for a date.”
“Ya. I have.”
“Under one condition.”
Anything. He cocked his head to one side and waited for the terms.
“You have to finish the garden by yourself today. That will give me time to prepare tomorrow’s meal for Daed and the boys, something they can easily heat up. None of them knows how to cook.”
“It’s a deal.” He knew he could have the rest of the seeds in the ground in a couple of hours, but he was willing to stretch it out, hoping she’d come visit with him during the afternoon.
Rosemary reached into her pocket and pulled out a small white nylon bag, stared at it, then looked up at him. “Can we plant this somewhere?” She took out a seed, and Saul immediately knew what it was.
“A passionflower seed.” He turned it over in his hand, wondering which species it was. He knew that some passionflowers grew wild in much of the southern United States, but others were a bit harder to root.
“Mae Kauffman gave this to me. She remembered that it was mei mudder’s favorite.” Rosemary reached over and touched the seed, her finger brushing against his, which seemed intentional. “Will it grow?”
Saul gazed into her eyes, not wanting to disappoint her. “I think so. But we should plant it in a pot until it sprouts, then it should be planted on the south side of the house.” He pointed to one of the barren flower beds. “Over there would be gut.”
Rosemary had a faraway look in her eyes. “That’s exactly where Mamm used to have a passionflower. But like everything else around here, I let it die.”
“That will be a gut place for it. Do you have a pot we can put it in? It will need lots of water to make sure it establishes strong roots.”
“Ya, I’ll go get one.” She bounced up on her toes for a moment before she took off toward the house.
Saul couldn’t wait until tomorrow night.
After supper, the boys went outside to finish their chores. Rosemary finished cleaning the kitchen, then took the opportunity to spend some time alone with her father. He’d been quiet the past couple of days, and Rosemary had noticed that Katherine hadn’t been by.
“Saul finished the garden today,” she said as she sat down beside him on the couch. He had his foot propped up on the coffee table, and he was reading the Bible.
“Gut, gut.” He didn’t look up as he turned the page. “It will be nice to have fresh vegetables of our own.”
Rosemary wondered what that meant. Would he be glad not to have Katherine bringing veggies anymore? Would Katherine already be living here, so it would be her garden anyway? She slouched against the back of the couch, crossed one leg over the other, and kicked her foot into action.
“Daed, is anyth
ing wrong?”
He turned another page and still didn’t look up. “Nee. Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know. You’re just quiet.”
“Ach, just tired of this foot, of the inconvenience.” He pushed his gold-rimmed reading glasses up on his nose, and neither spoke for a few moments.
“I haven’t seen Katherine in a couple of days,” she finally said as she uncrossed her legs and turned to face him. She thought again about what nice things Saul had said about Katherine.
Daed took his glasses off, set them on the end table, and closed the Bible. He reached for his crutches, then slowly pulled himself up. Rosemary rose also, offering him a hand, but he shook his head. He took two steps toward his bedroom and didn’t turn around when he said, “I don’t suspect we’ll be seeing much of her anymore.”
He closed his bedroom door behind him, and Rosemary just stood there, staring at her father’s closed door. There was no mistaking the sadness in his voice. The decision to stop seeing each other must have been Katherine’s idea, and Rosemary wanted to slap the woman silly for hurting her father. She walked to his bedroom door, lifted her hand to knock, but then just softly placed her palm against the door. Whatever happened, Lord, please give him peace and wrap Your loving arms around him.
Rosemary had been praying more lately, and with each heartfelt prayer, she found herself reestablishing a relationship with God that she’d come close to abandoning. Once she’d started to shed some of the bitterness she’d been feeling, it was easier to see God’s will. She was beginning to believe His plan for her didn’t include children, but He was giving her a chance at love, and Rosemary could no longer fight her feelings for Saul.
