She didn’t know what to do with that old boat. It was just sitting there like a piece of junk. She had asked Pete to move it to the trash bin a few times, but as usual, his fishing pole called to him instead. After a few days she noticed some grass growing inside the boat, and she thought, “if I could make something pretty out of the old clunker…..and it didn’t seem as if Pete would ever get to it.”
That same day she went into the woods across the bay, carrying a small shovel and a trash bag. She walked around and gathered a few natural plants she thought would survive in the old boat. In a swampy area she found some lilies and sweet flag, ornamental cabbage, and others she thought might survive.
When she returned with her treasures, Pete came over and kneeled down beside her at the boat. “Lucky I didn’t throw this old heap away, right, Edna?” She looked at him with a fake scowl and he winked back.