The community garden’s cherry tree has surprised everyone by ripening a bumper crop of full sized, juicy Montmorency cherries out of no rainfall to speak of.  The snapdragons and lisianthus took diligent watering, as did the hot pink zinnias. But the cherries are a gift from summer rains past, and I am deliciously grateful.

I can’t say I did nothing as successfully as last weekend.  For example, late yesterday afternoon, I was weaving a peripatetic cat’s cradle of twine between garden stakes to keep the taller flowers and over-performing tomatoes out of the dirt, sweat stinging my eyes all the while.  This does not count as nothing, although it was extremely satisfying to see all the flower patches ready for their next leap upwards.

But I know now that I can and must have a day to just do nothing.  And accept that no one else thinks this is even slightly lazy.