FLORAL REFLECTION
I dug in the dirt, prepping the soil
with fertilizer. As I worked, my thoughts wandered. Everything I knew about
gardening was through my grandfather’s
teachings. Working by his side as a child had always been such fun. That is
until as a teenager, I’d rather hang at the mall with friends than be sent to
my grandparents house while my mother worked.
On one such occasion, we were planting
flowers in front of the newly painted farmhouse. Grampa rambled on. I’d barely
listened.
“If you paint an old house white it
looks clean and fresh. And if you plant bright red flowers against the white
walls, the house pops and looks new.”
I’d rolled my eyes and promptly forgot
his words...until now.
Standing in front of my freshly painted
white home, with the newly planted trailing red blooms and red roses, I smiled.
“I miss you, Grampa.”
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