Did you ever come out in the
morning to find a hundred poppy faces smiling at you, and
swaying and glistening and rippling in the breeze? There
they are, scarlet and pink, side by side as only God can
place them. And near the poppies I planted my pansies,
because each is a lesson to the other. I call my pansies
little children with happy faces. See how this great
purple one winks his yellow eye, and laughs!"
Her gray shawl had slipped back from her face and lay
about her shoulders, and the wind had tossed her hair
into a soft fluff about her head.
"We used to come out here in the early morning, my
little Schwester and I, to see which rose had unfolded
its petals overnight, or whether this great peony that
had held its white head so high only yesterday, was
humbled to the ground in a heap of ragged leaves. Oh, in
the morning she loved it best. And so every summer I
have made the garden bloom again, so that when she comes
back she will see flowers greet her.
"All the way up the path to the door she will walk in
an aisle of fragrance, and when she turns the handle of
the old door she will find it unlocked, summer and winter,
day and night, so that she has only to turn the knob and
enter.
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