The rain came. The heat departed. Nice combo. Any wild thing that needed to bloom has bloomed. Any wild thing that needed to feel all green is all green. Everywhere I look around the yard there are flowers. Tiny ones, but flowers. The salvia, the asters, the coral sage, the turks caps, the Barbados cherry, the sage. Water came to save the day while the sun headed off to bake someone else.

Winter waits. That’s another story though. Right now, it’s spring, part 2. Although, the plants know which way the sun sets. They can feel the sunlight window closing. So, maybe it’s unfair to call it spring, part 2. It’s just fall. But it is spring-like, and the ground is moist and soft, and everything is growing. And a footfall on the dirt raises no dust, and that’s good.

It appears the gardens have recovered, just as I seem to have recovered. I have no fever. No symptoms. Just a tiredness, more mental than physical. It’s exhausting thinking about your body all day, monitoring every cough, every drip to make sure something hasn’t slipped by. But healing came as I hoped it would just as the rains came and now, we are revived, my garden and I. And we’ll have some fine time together before the first frost.