A slightly frail man slid open the wooden door and stepped outside letting his bare feet touch the cool earth of the garden.
The morning air was damp and fresh.
Before him lay a small vegetable garden, neat and lovingly cared for.
Rows of green stretched across the soil. Plump tomatoes hung low on their vines. Leafy cabbages glistened with dew. Beans climbed thin wooden supports, and peppers shone in shades of red and green. The soil was dark and rich, freshly watered, and the faint smell of earth mixed with the scent of growing life.
"What a fresh harvest," the man murmured.
A gentle smile tugged at his lips as he looked at the vegetables, his eyes filled with quiet satisfaction. He bent down slowly, his knees creaking a little, and reached out to pick a ripe tomato.
Just then, a soft voice spoke from above.
"Wow. Those look plump. Won't you invite me for a hearty dinner?"
The man did not flinch.Instead, he smiled and lifted his head.
