The significance is not lost on her, as she arranges flowers in the kitchen.
It gives her great satisfaction, and (dare she admit?) joy, to do so.
Outside, her neighbor is gardening.
Tending to what he loves, constantly shifting things to make life beautiful. If it doesn't work, no matter, he uproots and replants and begins anew.
It is not lost on her that they are doing the same thing.
But.
He is caring for living, breathing things.
She is artfully arranging something that is already gone.
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