We don't plant them - she said.
Year after year - they return. They fill these fields with their color.
And - I thought of this day....where we're all remembering another.
And - I wondered about time and its passing....and how flowers continue to grow.
Doing what they do.
Opening their hearts.
Lifting their heads to the sun.
Showing up. Shining brightly.
So joyous. So happy.
And - in that moment - I smiled.
Because - it's what we have.