The garden was overgrown now, but at one time it had flourished. As Anne picked her way through the weeds, she remembered the past sunny days of garden picnics and laughter. When everyone had gathered here the world was perfect, but time had taken them away. Some went to jobs far away, others moved with extended family, and some - like herself - had begun creating families of their own. Young children took time away from everything.
But she was here today, by herself. The sky was overcast, but the clouds were a light gray, unlikely to bring rain for a while yet. Cars and trucks rumbled by behind her, adding to the background noise. Everything around the overgrown garden was a wash of gray and tan. The warehouse district might seem like an odd place for a garden, but when Anne and her siblings inherited the empty lot they decided to keep and share it. From then on they had had seven years of memories to create, entirely doing over the lot to turn it into the paradise it was.
Anne walked over to a rose bush that had survived and even flourished. This was Anne's favorite plant from the past, and it was where she would begin. She put on her gloves and began pulling the choking weeds from around the base of the rose bush. She also pulled dead foliage off the stems, and in little time she had made it look like it was cared for again.
The sounds of people picking their own way up to the center of the garden made her turn around. She saw her husband and four-year-old son walking toward her. Behind them were her brothers and sisters and their families. This was a weekend of new beginnings for them. They had decided to start up their garden gatherings again and begin making new memories in that place. This long weekend they would start. They had a lot of weeding to do.
There it is.
-Kat
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