It’s Thomas, the elderly gardener who looks after the roses in her garden, standing there with his hat held in his hand, his clothes all grimy, a timid smile on his face, “I’m sorry to trouble you at this late hour, Clara, but I came across something I believe you’d enjoy.”
One afternoon, as they sat together at a table, with Lila curled up in Clara’s lap and Oliver sleeping on Ethan’s, Mia walked over, carrying a mug of tea for herself. “I have something to tell you two,” she said, sitting down beside them. “Th💻Find joy in ordinary small mom