Ficlets

As I walked through the garden, I took everything in. The extraordinary flowers, the birds chirping, and watching the trees sway, gracefully. I always walk through this garden, it reminds me of my dad; he died in a car crash three years ago.
Ever since I have always walked through his garden whenever I needed to think or when something was troubling me. The garden reminded me of him, the fun times we used to have together. We used to always plant flowers together; his favorite was a tulip. Every time a new tulip popped up out of the ground, he would call me over and admire its beauty. He did this all the time during the spring, and even with late bloomers in the summer.
This is where we talked, about all kinds of things. Political and personal thoughts. He would ask me how my day was, and I would ask him the same thing. It was a routine we had. After going through his garden, so many memories lingered in my mind. I walked back to my house and read for a while. Then I finally realized, I needed to change.