Next week I will be leaving the garden again. It is much like leaving pets. I circle the yard thinking of the future.
Will this pot be too small by next week? Will this stem need a stake as it grows? Will there be rain?
The deer have all ready be-headed a daylily I failed to fence in. Some roses have black spot. Many amaryllis bulbs have not bloomed.
Which brought me to this morning’s epiphany.
I caught myself saying, “They are too tired to bloom.”
I am too tired to bloom, too.
My garden has good bones. My plants have been planted and cared for properly. It must survive my absence while I rest and recharge.

I trust my work to endure.
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