Sorrow

My grandmother died a few weeks ago. I took this picture in her garden when we were looking through her old house for important things before everything is sold. This summer has been very hot, and of course nobody watered her flowers anymore. I spent some beautiful hours in this garden in my childhood, learning about growing cherry trees and green beans. I'll miss that, but I'll never forget.

But notice: there's still one burgeon closed and waiting... maybe it rained a few days later, and life came back to the old garden and its withered flowers.