Then perhaps you were never meant to be just a garden. Perhaps you were meant to be rain too.
Because flowers given from your hands do not disappear; they continue blooming in hearts you may never see again. The kindness you offered, the comfort you gave, the love you shared, all of it lives on in ways you will never fully know.
But even the most beautiful gardens deserve seasons of abundance. You are not only worthy when you are giving. You are worthy when you are tired, when your branches are bare, and when you need someone to water the soil beneath your feet.
The flowers you offered to others were never wasted. They became colors in someone else's world.
And don't worry, even if you cannot see all the colors of the flowers in your hands, that's okay. I never wanted a flower from you. All I ever wanted was to see you bloom, like the beautiful flower you already are.
Because even if your garden remains the land of winter, in my eyes, you are the only spring that still means the world to me.
