CL Laskowski

Elizabeth's Marigolds

Today’s the day. I arose like any other morning, slipped out of bed with a much needed stretch. I grabbed my slippers and headed downstairs. Then made my way to the kitchen and started the coffee. The aroma itself, was enough to make my grogginess fade. When it was done, I poured a cup and opened the window. It was a crisp morning with a cool breeze. As I sipped my coffee I studied the landscape. Most of the view consisted of large pines and tall grass, birds chirped and in the distance, a faint sound of a woodpecker was chipping away. The garden was a sea of orange and yellow. It was her favorite flower, the marigold. With petals, looking as fragile as life itself and an aroma that was more of an odor to me than a fragrance. But they were perfect in her eyes. No other flower could compare. Watching these flowers bloom brought me back. Back to a year ago.