Adam's Garden

Dear Florist,

What should I grow this year?

Last year was a year for bold Amaryllis

For Peruvian Lilly’s and Transvaal Daisies but,

These were more than I was meant to handle.

The bold colors I wanted to call my own faded in winter

Leaving me humble with the sardonic, pungent rosemary to remember it by

Work of my hands… hah, Brought low by a flower…

Can you imagine?

These hands… perhaps they shouldn’t garden at all. 

The only flowers still in my house are the dark Anemone that I took after our last fight.

It was wrong of me, of course, I don’t deserve them.

But I took them and now I want nothing more than to throw them away.

They hurt me enough just to look at.

It would hurt much worse were they gone.

Memories can be like that.

Anyways,

I figured the Anemone would pair best with Irises. 

Not that I care for them myself, but

You always seemed to recommend them to me.

It would seem that I forgot how to care for lilac but I remember

Just how You loved them.

 Maybe you could teach me

There is so much I wish You would teach me

But I guess I can’t very well go back now can I?

Not after I stormed out like…

Nevermind.

No… NOT nevermind.

I miss You.

You and Your Aster,

And Your Lillys,

And all the dreadful Laceleaf  You left up

 that I always said hid the real beauties of your carnations.

And I just WISH I had never taken from You what wasn’t freely given.

I see that now.

But here I am.

Miles away and writing a letter.

Please write back.

I wait upon your word.

Sincerely,

 Nick, son of Adam  

Amen.