"Indeed," Mason tended to forget his fortieth birthday wasn't too far away, but he didn't feel thirty-seven either, so maybe there was that. He had spent so much of his life in the same motions that it all blurred together a little bit.

Pleased that Miss Bentley agreed to his rather forward proposal, Mason smiled genuinely in return. "I have some free time this summer, I could come by the school and bring along materials and get you set up?" This way he could cultivate some seedlings in the greenhouses and transplant them for her to use with the students in the fall. "Is there anything specific you would like for them to be able to do?" She might not have a direction, as he'd clearly just put her on the spot, but Mason was not trying to override her teaching style or curriculum, either. He had always just been the kind to share what he knew and would be happy to extend that to the school in Irvingly.