"a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted" --which is what she was doing: yanking up that vine or something. I had to go over and speak to her, telling her it was her yard's flowers I always looked forward to seeing on the way to the park. She wiped her brow and told me she had to clean out that garden or flowers wouldn't grow there.
That was several weeks ago. I wanted to show her the cartoon I'd drawn from photographs of her passion flowers (drawn in 2021), but I was a little scared to ring the doorbell and call on her so kept the sketches in my purse and waited until I "happened" to catch her outside.
I was able to tell her then how my mother liked raising flowers too. Maybe the next time I see her, I'll be able to talk with her a little more.
