But she’s not going anywhere. This old party bus lies abandomded in the woods in northern Wisconsin.

Ah, Sunflower, weary of time,
  Who countest the steps of the sun;
    Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
      Where the traveller’s journal done;
        Where the youth pined away with desire,
          And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
            Arise from their graves, and aspire
              Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
– William Blake

You never know what is coming around the bend. Best thing to do is just keep moving forward and find the best.

The liliacs may be gone now, but there isn’t anything I like more. These aren’t mine, but I hope that next year the bush we planted will flower.