At one time, this fence ws built with love and a look to the future, and the flowers were planted to highlight and welcome. That was when it was loved. Now it stands in disarray and disrepair, the flowers long overgrosn and unkept. Another reflection of life, and of us, we are at our best when we are loved. Yet sometimes we fall into that bleak, dark future, because it hurts to know the enormity of our loss, and now we go on empty, feeling only...once loved.