Feng Shui and the Garden

Mrs. Leem had always wanted one, always sighed about having one to her husband who had refused due to Feng Shui. She joked on her deathbed that she hoped before she died she would get a beautiful garden. Hanyin had gamely sat down with her with a pen and paper sketching out the details. They had said nothing about how it was only towards the end that they could set aside their differences and resentments. It was too late then, so they had to do the best they could.