bee on the cosmos grown year by year
from the seeds of my great-aunt evelyn's garden
We planted beets and basil today, our feet bare on the soil. There is a pumpkin vine growing from the compost pile, full of large orange blooms. I am still waiting for the hummingbirds, and for the rain.
I love how sometimes, when I let the dogs out at night, I see a spot of white on the lawn ~ the white of the cat's breast as she sits out there on the clover, poised like a statue. I think she is watching the stars.