#sortedfirst | hannah | 02

[time-and-place]

“I think we’ve got gnomes,” Neville calls from the garden, squinting at the tell-tale cluster of holes. As he bends down to get a better look, his glasses, slippery with sweat, slide perilously close to the tip of his nose, but he only adjusts the tilt of his head slightly, too focused to worry. “Yes,” he sighs, half to Hannah, half to the general garden. “Looks like gnomes. Already.” Oh, well. Nothing to be done about it until tomorrow.

He returns the hoe to the shade, untying his gardening apron and hanging that up as well.

“Gran wants to pop by and see the place sometime next week, is that all right with you?” he asks as he wipes his feet on the mat, steps inside into the blessedly cool air. “I told her we were still getting settled in.” || starter for @sortedfirst