She loved springtime. She enjoyed letting the damp, sweet smelling dirt run through her fingers and the feeling of the cool green grass as it creeped between her toes. To watch the plants that she lovingly chose from the nurseries grow and fill all of the empty spaces in the beds. Roses and lilies. Caladiums and pansies. While the air remained cool, she cherished every moment that she had sitting in front of her tiny heaven waiting for the next sprout to appear. It spoke to her. Whispering words of beauty and grace. Swaying in the breeze like ballerinas on pointe. In perfect balance with nature and the world around it. Reaching towards the ever moving light. So pretty. So peaceful. She loved springtime.