The flower stand was at the corner at the bottom of our hill for as long as any of us can remember. It was really more of small shed with a shelf for extra cuttings from a local flower farmer and an honor box. I meditate on it whenever I park at the corner to wait for the school bus. There are daffodils in the spring, sunflowers in the summer. Turn right at the flower stand, and you’re almost home.
It’s slowly been falling down for the last few years, and today when I went to wait for the bus, it was gone. It was time. I’m sure the owner of the property was rightly worried about safety, but I already miss seeing the extras from the flower farm.