The other day, we were on a family walk on the path by the visitor center at the lake. At the beginning (or end depending on where you start) of the trail, we saw this pile of picked wildflowers laying on the asphalt path. My first thought was, what’s the story? How did those flowers come to be discarded in the middle of the path? The rest of the way was completely clear coming and going, except this one pile of lost foliage. It was obviously dropped there by a person on the trail, but why? Use your imagination and dream up a story about these abandoned wildflowers and how they came to be castoff on this lakeside path.