The peonies flew by, running fast from another too-warm May. These scarlet ladies were fresh and blooming in the shade of my friend’s back yard. I could have spent the week doing nothing but rescuing peonies from generous friends, and fixing their moments into memorial images that slip away as quickly as petals fall. Instead, I got a cold and had to work for a living. It is what it is.
The weather finally cooled off last night, so I didn’t have to rush to the garden this morning to water before the heat set in. Sunflower seedlings the size of quarters and half dollars have poked up, and little rows of extra cosmos and batchelor buttons are coming up. Last year I learned to just keep planting, and the plants will keep growing if they can. Things do not have to be perfect. Things can be down right wrong, in fact – and still work out.