She never left her garden when her lilies began to bloom.
They were old friends.
Blooming for more than a decade.
Pots of lilies stood below her bedroom window.
The early morning breezes carried their perfume and placed it on her pillow.
Their elegance and grace filled her soul with quiet and calmness.
She grew Stargazers for their wild beauty.
She plundered her garden and filled
the deep yellow room with their outrageous colors
and heady fragrance.
She never left her garden until the last lily bloomed.