A devout Anglican and stalwart leader in women’s ministry, Margaret Wesley didn’t believe in magic. Magic was the Devil’s work.
However, unwittingly Margaret’s new gardening book had taken her into unchartered territory, promising remarkable growth through talking to your plants.
Putting on her reading glasses, she started with the struggling Ipomoea purpurea vine:
“What comes out of the earth, returns to the earth…”
Astonished by the instant results, Margaret almost choked on her dentures. The vine was growing faster than a triffid, and was about to engulf her house.
“Mrs Wesley? Mrs Wesley?”
WHAT would she say to the Reverend?
This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers.