Flowers in the Dustbin

Mom came through her surgery just fine; now it's the agonizing six-day wait for the biopsy results. We've been through this before. We really hope it ends better this time.

I planted the garden in the late afternoon when I got home. It was a fitting end to an exhausting weekend fraught with the expected mix of humor and pathos. It felt good to focus on the digging and raking, my hands in the cool clumpy dirt. Tiny lettuces, basil, sage, English lavender, oregano, peppers, tomatoes, little fingery onion-tops, all growing happily as we speak.

A garden's a hopeful thing: specks of reassuring green and yellow, lined with grey slate stones.