Hundred word stories - Garden

It's just an exercise that means, well, nothing. The rules go: Choose a picture (I find the ones posted by papertissue on Tumblr quite useful). In no less than 100 words, no more than 150, write the first story that comes to mind about it. Here's number one:



The door was open, so I crouched and stepped through it. My foot touched a mess of somethings cool and prickly. I looked down, at the same time lifting my foot back up. Flowers. Their tiny indigo heads poked up from the green ground, bright and brave in the shadows. Beyond the mess of trunks and evergreen needles directly in front of me, smudges of brighter green promised the existence of a lawn or hill.
I moved carefully, stepping only on the bare spots, meshes of leaves and brown stems that crackled as they gave way. Then I remembered that I used to be wearing shoes. A warm, brassy thread of sunlight meandered over my right leg.
I looked up.