Hazel and Holly — Zinnia’s Return

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A few bees crawled on the veil hanging over Hazel’s broad-brimmed hat. She brushed them away with a gloved hand and continued her inspection of the hive nestled in a corner of her garden. The honey was coming along nicely, and there were no signs of mites. Should be a good harvest this season, given another month or so.

“How’s it look?” Tum said, chewing on a strand of grass.

Hazel glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “You know, for a cellar gnome, you s...