My SIL Hosted Her Wedding at My Grandma’s Lake House, Then Ruined the Garden and Left the Yard a Dump—So I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She’d Never Forget

beside the first flower bed.

Ten minutes later…

“I think I broke a nail,” she groaned.

Mrs. Collins didn’t even look up from pulling weeds.

By lunchtime Kelsey had dirt on her knees, mud on her shoes, and absolutely no patience left.

“How many have I planted?”

I checked the clipboard.

“Eight.”

She stared at me.

“EIGHT?”

“Only 278 to go.”

Her shoulders slumped.continue reading …