The brooch that once slipped, unseen, from the dress of a young woman lies in the palm of an old man's arthritic hand. Green stones, concealed under a layer of earth and grass, now shine through dirt to wink from their silver setting.

The brooch, once lost, now recovered, brings memories into his mind and, those memories seem to carry with them the sweet scent of his late wife, Edina.

Turning the brooch over in his hand, Lester remembers the young woman he married, sixty years ago. He recalls that balmy night when they first made love beneath the boughs of the apple tree where Edina conceived and, later, rocked their new born son.

And as that memory, etched like a beautiful silhouette, stays in his mind, tears fall onto the brooch; a brooch dug up only yesterday by accident. Cleansed by his tears, the heart shaped brooch seems to pulsate in his hand and he senses Edina standing beside him, can feel her touch, hear her gentle laughter.

Tomorrow, Lester buries the body of his dear wife but the brooch is a message from her, telling him that she is fine and will stay with him until another life, their unborn great grandchild's life begins in late October.