A new sunrise. A new day. A gift. A victory.Most folks missed moments like this. Too busy, still sleeping, or just not interested, many people never paused to watch the sun rise. Not Lara. She watched every one she could.Lincoln barked louder, prompting her to rise from her chair and walk around the one-level rancher to the backyard. The lush, now overgrown gardens had been her grandmother’s pride and joy. They’d grown wild during the last years of her grandmother’s life. Though she’d tilled the soil with her grandmother as a child, she’d neglected the beds. She’d claimed lack of time, but in all honesty she wanted to avoid the memories of a loving grandmother whom she still missed.To appease her grandmother’s spirit she’d bought a collection of annuals and put them in scattered pots on the porch. But so far she’d not been great about watering them. For the last six years, she’d dedicated herself to photography, and the rest of life just got done when it got done.Lincoln dug deep next to a rosebush, and though she enjoyed watching the dog joyfully burrow, her grandmother’s unquestionable concern for her roses had her saying, “Let it go, boy.”Lincoln looked up, his brown nose snorting.“Go on.
