This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with the Story Teller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!
‘What do you reckon Norm’s secret is?’ Stan rested a foot on his shovel blade.
‘Double digging,’ said Colin, not looking up from the mud.
‘We double dig every two years.’
Colin stretched his back, nodding towards Norm’s lush allotment. ‘He’s a got a good manure man, he says. Won’t say where.’
‘We get manure. Doug who runs the stables out on the main road gives us tons of the stuff. Place stinks so bad when it rains you can’t hardly breathe.’
Taking off his flat cap, Colin smoothed down his sweat soaked hair. ‘This is special he says. Special kind of horse or feed or summat.’
‘What is it – unicorn poo?’
They stood side by side, watching the easy bend and stretch of Norm’s back as he picked glossy runner beans from the vines.
Stan eyed their own scarlet buds. ‘Something not right.’
Suddenly, Norm turned, waved, sending Stan and Colin back to their tools.
I really must be more careful, thought Norm.
By his boot, the earth glittered gold.