That's an odd thing to say.

"Losing a friend you never had isn't easy."

 

I was just thinking of those flowers that bloom in difficult environments. The ones where rain is infrequent. The seeds sit there forever it seems then one day a freak of nature or a kindness brings rain. Not much. But enough for those flowers to bloom and they do.

The flowers that bloom unattended.

The ones whose seeds have been left by fate else where.

I took a photo of this beautiful lily that was growning in a fence line. Don't know how it got there and no one was tending it. Some how divine providence saw to it that there was enough water and light and sustenance for it to appear. I looked for it again the next year.

It was gone.

This year someone came and took down the fence lines. Sprayed weed killer on it. Guess it's supposed to be an improvement. After all the fence was one of those old barbed wire farm fences.  Didn't really function as a fence anymore. Least not like the new ones. I know for a fact that it couldn't keep a cow or horse in or someone else out. Old and rusted. I imagine that the barbed wire was holding some of those fence post up rather than the other way around. 

Thing is if that old fence hadn't been there neither would that lily.

Now they're both gone.

Now?

It's like salted earth.

I hear that's progress

"Of course. Bloom where you're planted. That's always worked for me."