Ghosts.

Sometimes I wonder . If I pass this world suddenly , how much I would like you to see my gardens. The one in the front, I am so proud of it. People slow down on my street to look at the one in front. It is a legacy to my effort and my desire to nurture , even if I am sometimes a terrible ogre. That  beautiful garden , I feel is evidence that I am a good man. I have a pair of dragonflies this year, and a hummingbird who feels like magic to witness, a frog migrated in and ate a bunch of my fish in my pond, and I have several beautiful little snakes.

I wish friendship had worked . My connections In this world are few and fleeting it seems a terrible shame , if things were different, I would show you The garden then.  

As silly as it may seem, I still want you to be proud of my accomplishments.