Cultivating the Garden

There is a beautiful song entitled "Where Have All the Flowers Gone" that has been running through my head. They, these lovely flowers, represent all the beautiful women with long-term sobriety that I just don't see at evening meetings anymore. I know many of them go to one or two daytime meetings, if they don't work for a living, but on a consistent basis, I don't find them at evening meetings. Oh sure, I can go and find one here and one there, and I know many of them well enough to call them when I need help, but where are they for the group that hasn't been privileged to know them?