After she heard them drive out the driveway, she checked the peanut butter jar. Whoops. Should have done that before. Taking out her phone, she pressed his key. “Almost out of crunchy peanut better and bread too. Sorry.”

“Okay, we’ll stop. Anything else?”

She checked the freezer. “You might have told me you emptied the ice cream carton.”

“Do we have bananas?”

“One.”

“Think Andy and I are hankering for banana splits for dessert.”

She frowned. “Along with peanut butter cookies?”

“What else are we having for supper?”

“I’m putting the lasagna in the oven now.”

“I’ll get French bread then too.” He closed the line.

Back out in the greenhouse, Ginny breathed a sigh of delight. Inhaling the greenhouse perfume always made her smile. She had at least an hour. The flat of trailing petunia seedlings was next. Using the garden knife, she cut the flat into squares and dug out the first two to move to the four-inch pots all lined up in an empty flat. She used a pancake turner to slide under the squares and lift each into an individual pot. A quick press, add a bit more potting soil, and gently mist her babies. She set that flat on the shelf under the bench and pulled out another to repeat. She’d just finished her fourth flat when she heard the truck turn in the driveway. Petunias done. The peppers looked ready to do tomorrow. This was her first year to try eggplant so she had started only a few.

Although Fred’s garden grew about anything they planted, she loved to try new things.

As soon as the truck stopped, both twins came running to the greenhouse to greet her.

Addy stopped at the door. “Grandpa said he wanted peanut butter cookies. What kind do you want?”

“I want cowboy cookies.” Andy poked at her.

“Not today.”

“I thought we could make some for the UFO meeting. We can keep ’em in the freezer.”

“Can you keep Grandpa from the freezer?”

“Good point.”

“What’s a UFO group?” Andy gave his grandma one of his questioning looks. “I thought you didn’t like Star Wars.”

“This group is for people with unfinished projects.”

“That doesn’t make sense. Unfinished projects is UFP.”

Leave it to Andy—things had to make sense for him. “It’s okay. Grandpa is going to go too. You got any unfinished projects?”

“Yeah, his book reports.” Addy poked her brother in the ribs.

“Schoolwork doesn’t count.”

“Why not?” She looked at her grandma. “You going to take Mom along? She has lots.”

“I’ll ask her.” Ginny pulled off her gloves and stuck them in her apron pocket, then hung her apron on the hook by the door. “Let’s go bake cookies.”

“I’m hungry.” Andy put on his I’m starving look.

“I know. There are sandwich makings in the refrigerator. Addy, why don’t you call your mom and tell her to come here for supper. Andy, same for your dad.”

“Oh, good. We won’t have to have hot dogs again.”