Back in the garden, protected by hedges, there is now a small meadow ... with wild flowers, blown by the wind. There used to be a rosary there. The roses bloomed long a year and long years. Forty years ago, Father had planted the bed. He grew old about gardening. So he leveled the bed and left it to the earth. Grasses and wild flowers soon sprouted. I see father's tired hands and busy bees in the flowers.
back in the house
to prepare a meal
for others
