The last big thing is over.  As of May 2, I have a zig-zag scar framing my forehead and eyebrow to remember my Mohs procedure by.  The countdown goes in a positive direction from here on – two weeks til the surface stitches dissolve, and I can stop covering half my head with tape and gauze.  Three months until the underlying sutures are completely gone, their job fully done.  One year until the skin settles back to normal and the raised line recedes into something less noticeable.  All completely normal and utterly miraculous.

I’m not sure how to make room for my gardening life in my new place.  There’s a lot of carpet here – even in the bathroom.  Growing seedlings and schlepping flowers involves spilling dirt and splashing water.  That presents a challenge for keeping the carpet clean.

But it’s a nice problem to have.  And meanwhile:  Tulips and crabapple branches.