Scattered Petals

It was a warm day for this time of year. The autumnal chill hadn't yet taken over and his yard, while slowly giving way to upcoming change of seasons, was still full of life and color. George Greenwood had other things he should be doing this morning, a lot of other things, but he found himself out here in his favorite chair. He had brought a book with him, but it was long forgotten. Instead he was taking everything in- the sights, the smells...everything. He wouldn't have this opportunity much longer. Memories were hitting him left and right lately. Each plant, flower, even the blades of grass...every rose....they all had a story.

Flowers, it seemed, had always played a key role in the life of George Greenwood.