Then plant a flower.
Vera was my next door neighbor.
Dementia took her away from us long before she died,
but every single time these lilies pop out of the ground and bloom,
I think of her.
She use to plant flowers in my gardens,
and I would notice a new plant, new color, or new bloom,
and I knew Vera had visited while I was away.
I asked her about it once or twice,
and her only reply that was that if she claimed planting it,
it wouldn't grow.
Even though everything she planted grew.
These lilies are blooming along her wire fence and are a few of her flowers that have survived in her yard.
My gardens are filled with her flowers,
and every year their return makes me smile remembering Vera.
~Nancy ~ 221/365