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            As I lay in my bed with nothing to do, no company, nothing on the television, nothing to kill my time with, I thought.

I remember when I used to have a garden.  I would go out each morning and tend to my tulips and my rose bushes, my daisies and my daffodils.  After I had retired, and my wife died, they were my pride and joy.

            I would get up every morning at six o’clock sharp, make my self a pot of coffee while I read the days news, then at seven I would tend to my garden.

            I would start with the rose bushes.  They always needed the most attention.  I would carefully trim them until all the bushes matched perfectly.  I would water the bush exactly fifty milliliters of water everyday.  No more, no less.

            After that, I would move onto my daffodils.  I would carefully pull all the weeds.  Then those flowers would get twenty milliliters of water each

            Next, I would move to the daisies.  Each one would be carefully tended to, making sure that there was only flowers, no weeds, and that there was only forty daisies spread evenly through out their section.

            Finally, the tulips.  I spent the most time on them; they were my wife’s favorite.  I remember she used to tend her tulips while I would tend the rose bushes, daisies, and daffodils.  I would always get done before her.  When I asked if she wanted help, she would smile and shake her head no, so I would go inside and make us some lunch.  At twelve o’clock, she would finally come inside and eat her lunch.  When we went for a walk later in the day, I would sneak a peak at her tulips.  They always looked lovely, the best in the garden.

            After I finished the tulips, I would go inside and watch TV.  That was before I was sent to the nursing home.