Everyday her daughter would stop simply it seemed to her to take a few seconds to touch a leaf, brush a petal into place and then she would run as if the seconds delay had made her late.
The mother smiled what else could she do? But every day as her child ran ahead the mother stooped and carefully took a long stem of a wilting flower and tucked it unseen into her pocket.
The winter was harsh that year, frozen ponds, frozen pipes for who could afford to keep a fire burning all the long night?
Gradually, almost unnoticeable the ponds broke free of the chains of ice, green shoots appeared at the edge of the path and the nights grew lighter, easier.
Everyday her daughter would stop and the mother would smile.
Today the daughter stopped at her very front gate and gazed as all along the path to home the crocus, tulips and daffodils pushed their way to the sun.
And the mother smiled what else could she do. This year she promised herself would be different mother and child would plant and place the bulbs and together they would watch them grow.
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