Gemotions

The garden was a riot of color and fragrance. Lily, her hands stained with earth, surveyed her work with quiet satisfaction. The roses were in full bloom, a testament to her dedication. The gentle warmth of the sun on her face and the hum of bees around her was what she loved. She found peace in the cycle of growth and decay. She was happy.

She smiled at the thought of Mrs. Gable, her gardening mentor. She would like to see the new arrangement.

A small, folded note lay on the stone bench. *Lily, I am leaving for a while. Tend to the garden. It is beautiful. – Mrs. Gable.* Lily felt a strange tightening in her chest. The bright colors of the flowers seemed to blur slightly. The sun felt less warm, and she felt a loneliness she wasn't expecting.