I Planted Flowers
I planted the flowers in March. I went outside and it was warm and the threat of frost was basically gone. The yard needed cleaning. I mowed and tended to the weeds and started thinking. Imagining the flowers soon to come, the yard in full bloom. The peonies I knew would arrive not long from now. The black-eyed susans. The brief glory of cherry blossoms. Then, I started thinking of what I’d like to see. And, of course, what she might enjoy.