A Visit from Sweet William

It's been six years since sweet William graced our backyard and enjoyed his garden, a patch of wildflowers measuring four feet by twenty feet. He could not see or hear worth a darn in the two and a half years he lived with us, but that magnificent nose never lost its ability to appreciate the finer scents in life.

I'm assuming that if you're receiving this, you've read Will's Red Coat. So you understand how flowers played a part in his redemption.

After Will died, I no longer kept the patch going. The following year some of the flowers blossomed anew. But by the third year, that stopped. It's become a tangle of high grass and about fifteen milkweed plants I've planted to feed the butterflies. Mostly though, it's overgrown weeds.

On Sunday, Carrie Scribner sent a text letting me know she'd left somethings on our back steps. Carrie is the owner of Dutch Bloemen Winkel. I will always think of her as Will's personal florist.

I found a sweet note from Grey, her son, wishing me a happy summ…