Once there was a garden there

Once there was a garden there.

I caught a glimpse of it in the crocuses blooming in the winter-weary lawn. 

The garden is gone, for the most part, but I could see the shadows of where it once was. I could tell that at one time those crocus blooms weren't in a lawn but were part of a flower border running alongside the walk-way to the front door, a flower border that someone planted and tended