re-entry is a bit hard and i leave the laundry sitting
all day because the garden's call is stronger.
the cycle of the flowers, the anticipation of what will bloom next,
makes me feel like a child at Christmas. i dead head the roses
and see tiny buds, there will be a second flush in a few weeks.
the clematis blooms are covering the shed and the blooms
on the blue hydrangea are so big, some of them
are on the ground. the dog has slept most of the day,
i think all that beach running wore him out.
it is good to be home and good to fill my heart with all those great memories.