The garden replaced the swimming pool. His garden.

It stretched from the front yard to the back,

the groups of flower pots purposefully arranged into ornate rows.

His hands,

coarse

from gingerly potting and nurturing each plant

to perfection.

Flourishing,

from his love.

He forgot many things,

but he never forgot 

to cherish his garden.

She used to miss the pool,

not anymore.

Admiringly,

she peered through the large glass windows of the sun room,

eyes fixated on the vivid colors of the flora 

dancing from pot to pot.

As she swung on the plush hanging chair 

where he had once sat, 

she reminisced.

With every glance at 

the daffodils,

peonies,

hydrangeas,

and orchids,

she could feel his presence.