This used to be my place, my little escape when I needed a pick me up. Alone, just me and my thoughts. Then I shared it with you, this wonderful garden by the old oil mill with hundreds of bees busily buzzing from one big blue globe flower to the next, pollinating. Now when I come here, I still reflect, find peace, but I am never alone. You are here in spirit, and I think of you, my friend, so far away, and hope that you are peaceful and happy at that moment, too.