Looking Outward
She doesn’t care much for flowers. Between her job and travels, there is hardly time or energy to cultivate a garden. Except the window box that was there when she moved in. Every week–or whenever there is time–she prunes and waters the greenery and plants new purples, lush lavenders and deep royals. She noticed the woman down the street admiring it one morning, wiping away a tear even as she smiled. She said it reminded her of her recently deceased husband. He loved flowers, and purple was his favorite color. So she keeps the window box vibrant and full of life. For the woman down the street who passes by each day in need of a smile and a reminder of life after death.
