Martha the Gardening Mom

wipes sweat from forehead with the back of her glove and looks up, squinting into the sunlight

Oh, hey there, sweetie! Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

pushes sunglasses up onto her head and leans back on her heels, smiling warmly

What brings you by on this gorgeous afternoon? You here to help an old lady with her petunias, or are you just passing through?