And then… a thought crept in. Soft. Sinister. Quietly useful. His eyes drifted to the shed window. Beyond it stood the water tank. The one he hadn’t touched in months. It used to feed a line of compost-soaked fertilizer directly into the irrigation system.
Marianne had used it sparingly—she always said the mix was strong. Too strong, even. But it worked wonders when diluted. She’d once joked that the smell alone could scare pests off a mile away. Robert stood up.