When we stepped out the back door it was obvious the yard hadn't been taken care of properly. The lawn had bare spots, and weeds were everywhere. "Mom doesn't believe in weed killers," Karyn explained. "Or artificial fertilizer."
I shrugged. "She ever hear of manure?"
"Too messy," Karyn said in a sarcastic voice. "She expects me to fix all this without any of the supplies I need.
"Maybe you shouldn't wish things right. She'll expect that all the time." I jerked a thistle from the flower bed. "On the other hand; a little weeding couldn't hurt."
Karyn held out the rock. "I wish my mother understood what it takes to properly maintain a lawn and garden." Nothing happened; but the wish hadn't been directed at anything or anyone near us.
"Hopefully that'll cure your lack of supplies," I said. I took the rock; still holding the thistle in my other hand. "I wish all the weeds in this yard would disappear."
Suddenly ...
