Wednesday

No counting today. Once you've tallied over a thousand spent lilies in one day, you have had enough of running figures in your head. Counting takes away some of the zen from the moment. Best to simply snip and study the flowers left behind (and maybe listen to the smart phone streaming in your t-shirt pocket).

I'm still very much focused on the garden -- how can I not be? Its beauty is very real. But I understand that I've coached it through its toughest moments. Perfection is no longer the goal. Appreciating any and every pocket of color is enough.











(The cheepers, running to see what cat food still remains in the dishes...)






A rarely displayed flower bed to the west of the porch.






Lilies everywhere...






Breakfast.






The Big Bed once more, keeping in mind that each day, it is different.






In the afternoon, as Snowdrop and I drive home from her school, I spot cranes just across the road from us. I'm not surprised. We hear them nearly every day.






As we walk to the house, she asks if she can pick a flower. I don't know why she loves doing it. Perhaps because I usually say no. (This time, she got a yes out of me...)






(A new Katie Morag book!)





If it's Wednesday, it must be dance class day. As I wait for the class to be over, Snowdrop's mommy shows up, along with Sparrow, and also her friend whom she has known for years and years and who is visiting right now.






Snowdrop is dancing a Snow White story. I swear I've seen her in this costume before, but if she has had it, she makes no mention of it. 






She is tickled to see all of us at the end of class.






Evening. Perfect light, perfect cool breezes.





Such a joyous, color-filled summer! Only no more counting spent lilies. I get tired at the mere thought of it.