I get no credit. The one who lovingly planted these beautiful flowers had to leave them behind when she moved away. I am the beneficiary, and I can’t help but think of her when I see her handiwork. With gratitude I want to share these because I know she must miss them. In compassion, I am hesitant because I don’t want her to grieve–my desire is to honor her and to remind her of the beauty.
That her legacy of love has continued to bloom.