I saw a ghost while bicycling home today, just a flash of white on a bank of tangled scrub.
I stopped, and taking a closer look, found a glorious drift of snowdrops
Even in death, gardeners can't help but send out flowers into the world to celebrate the arrival of spring. I don't know who Veronika was, but I think we would have got on. And I thank her very much for the beauty she sent out into my life today.