2 minute writing exercise

The flowers outside on the patio seemed to bloom only while my poor deceased wife used to look at them. I mean, not while she was deceased, but while she was alive. And when I say ‘poor’ I just mean, “oh the poor thing… she died.” Now that I think about it, that comes across a little patronising, doesn’t it? I probably should have thought of that before I described her like that.

Anyway, the flowers on the patio haven’t bloomed at all since she passed away. While she went on holiday when she was still here, they would stubbornly stay closed as well, until she was back and had her eyes on them and… well, probably she just took care of them properly. I’m not sure even how often I’m meant to water them and I’m not sure they get all the rainfall they need naturally under the verandah as they are. Maybe I just need to go ask a real gardener what I’m meant to be doing? Maybe I should have asked her. Damn it, even from her grave she still manages to point out that I never properly listened to her.