Father's Garden

It feels like summer today. 

On my way to the community center, I dropped by Mother's house to care for her garden. 

Yesterday, I bought some flower seedlings, but I didn't have the energy to plant them, so that's what I did this morning. I also cut chrysanthemum branches off.  It grew well and bloomed beautifully after being transplanted into the ground (from a flowerpot), now its flower season is over.  

My father would step out to the garden the first thing in the morning. 

Oh boy, he was so into his garden.

I've been the gardener since he passed away and Mother waters it every evening. We often say that we wish he was here to see his garden when we have some beautiful flowers blooming.