Annabelle lives alone in an old house with an enormous berry garden. Some say, she’s lonely. In summer the village kids come after school and stuff themselves with berries. Some say, the kids steal from the weird lady’s garden. In winter, the mothers often visit for a cup of tea, and Annabelle always insists on giving them a jar of homemade jam. Some say, it is exploiding Annabelle’s generosity. People are fascinatingly different. Annabelle, for example, is a real sweetheart. And some; some are just cynics.