Grace was up early and getting scones and breakfast ready for Sheila and Peter. They had only requested tea and scones with some marmalade, and Grace was thrilled not to have to make a full Irish fry. She did have a little fresh fruit left and put that on the table also.
Sheila and Peter raved about what a great night's sleep they had. The best they had had in a while. With the fresh country air and comfortable night they had their window open to the quiet of the countryside.
While they were finishing up Grace heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. She looked out to see her running friend Peter and wondered why he was not stopping by from a run, but driving instead. She excused herself from the table with Sheila and Peter and opened the door.
“I hadn't seen you in a while, so I thought I'd stop by and bring you something that I happened to find. It might look very nice in your garden.” Peter blurted out. He was obviously very uncomfortable giving Grace this gift.
“That's so very nice of you Peter. Why don't you come in? I have some guests staying here overnight,” Grace kept trying to emphasize to herself that Sheila and Peter were only their for one night.
“I'm on my way to Maghera for some groceries, but I guess I could stop in for a few minutes. Did you make scones? Oh and, here it is,” Peter was almost stammering he was so awkward but loved the scones that Grace made and wouldn't pass up a chance to have one.
“It's a rose,” Grace responded, "And yes, I made scones. Come on in."
Sheila had walked up behind Grace to see who she was talking to.
“Grace, lassie, this looks like a recent cutting. So sorry to but in. I'm Sheila. Peter and I are staying here.” It seemed Sheila seemed to think they were staying for more than one night.
Peter could not have been more confused. “But Grace, I thought...”
Grace cut him off before he could finish, “Peter, come on in and meet Sheila's husband, Peter. And have a scone.”
Sheila was fascinated with the rose cutting that Peter had brought. “Peter do you know what kind of rose this is?”
“All my friend said was it was his Grace. I told him I knew someone named Grace and he said then I must give her this,” Peter was slightly embarrassed.
“Goodness gracious, this must be one of David Austin's roses. He had a beautiful one called Grace. I only have one David Austin rose in my garden. They are so costly,” Sheila was obviously surprised to be seeing this. http://bit.ly/gIPy4p
“Lassie, this will be a beautiful addition to the garden. But you must wait to plant it. It still needs to develop in this pot for a bit. It's got a beautiful fragrance too.”
Grace thanked Sheila for all the information. She would not have had a clue as to what to do with this as a cutting. Now she needed to clear the table and hopefully see Sheila and her husband on their way.
Grace had an idea and hoped it would work.
“Peter, you said you were going for groceries in Maghera? Could I catch a ride with you? I'm getting short on some supplies. Sheila, I hope I'm not rushing you out?” Grace thought this might be their cue to leave.
“No problem Grace, we'll be on our way shortly. You go ahead with Peter there, and we'll lock up when we leave. It's not like we haven't done this before when Aine was here,” Sheila was quite explicit and expected to be doing as she pleased.
Grace looked at Peter and all he could do was shrug his shoulders.
“Guess it's okay,” he said to Grace.
“Now off with you two, and we'll be sure to lock all up before we head out,” Sheila said as she escorted Grace and Peter to the door.
Grace was very unsure of this, but since Peter seemed to think it was fine, she went along with it. They headed off to Maghera for groceries in Peter's truck.
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