"I think they would like that," said Anne, giving him a smile. "I think Matthew would like that as well. He was a man of few words and he did lack imagination, though I should never call that a failing in him, but he always did appreciate imagination in others."

She knelt down by her cleared patch of ground and pressed both seeds in, just a little bit under the surface of the soil. There were two seeds, but likely only one tree would grow. One tree was all Anne needed here.