Our Sundays had a break – but the garden kept going meanwhile. I did some fun things on my Sundays with new and old friends. It felt so good to be away.

Soon enough, the flowers are going to take a rest, and I might do that, too. I’m tired, friends, truly. All the reasons why I need to keep doing this – making pictures – those reasons don’t take into account the cutting and schlepping and sweeping and so much washing up that goes along with standing flowers in water.

Our folks used to say, “bone tired,” and I know a lot of people who fit that description. Resting is kind of becoming an issue in the larger world, and I am happy to be on that cutting edge. Exactly what the Phone Cloud is doing to my dopamine supply may not be settled scientifically yet, but I firmly believe that one day research will prove that its infinite appetite for my brain-juice literally makes grocery shopping almost impossible.

We are not an infinite scroll, my darlings – anymore than the flowers bloom infinitely. But they come back when their season returns. And so will we.