left behind

Yesterday, I harvested a handful of raspberries from my little brothers new home. The backyard had the remains of a large garden— mostly overgrown, but these bushes remained.

I’m thinking today about what is left behind. We plant a life, nourish and grow it and then eventually, leave it. What once was a garden we poured hours into, will one day be overgrown. But then maybe, once again revived.