The garden finally got tilled this afternoon and by the length of the nap I took afterward you would have assumed I was the one who labored over it. As the yard serviceman tilled the very last row of my garden drops of rain dotted my face and hair as cracks of thunder rumbled across the afternoon sky. I intended to work inside of the house but was so sleepy that I climbed the stairs to my room instead. As the rain tapped against my window‘s played in my head until the space filled with strange dreams.
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The sunflowers were in bloom today, the ones my daughter and I planted as a memorial to her dad. One flower bloomed weeks before the others, then it slumped over and hung its head. My heart hurt. As I walked to the house I wondered how I would face the remaining 50. I wondered if my garden would look like the people who stood in rows at his funeral. I forgot that sunflowers hang their heads when their season has ended. I forgot that sunflowers die.