The warmth of the dark soil was a comfort to her, even if she had never known of planting or growing in much detail before her marriage. She loved the soft, musky smell of the earth, the feel of the soft soil between her fingers, even the soft little worms that she found in it.
She smiled a bit as she placed a seed, making a little mound of dirt around and over it.
She was too concentrated on her work to see the man who watched her, and simply continued on her hands and knees in the garden.