“In the late fall, these vines will be covered with deep red berries. The thorns will protect them from the birds. See, we are planting two of them, so that each year they will grow until meeting in the middle. Joining, they’ll become one.” James gazed out at the two plants. “Fire thorns is what they’re called.”
“That’s beautiful. Mom would have loved them.” Lillie gave her dad a hug and a kiss on the cheek and went in to have breakfast. As she walked back through the garden, her mind wandered to her parents. They had loved each other so much. Would she ever know a love like that?