Weary

I have not been feeling well the last couple of months. And the garden grows a little wilder by the day.

Movement has slowed. The tall flower meadow blooms on.

The rambling Clematis stans has ebbed and flowed and held on with the competition.

The Doll's Eyes have come out to look.

Joe Pye bends with the wind while butterflies glide and hummingbirds zoom through the air.

And golden Rudbeckia drifts in waves.

I draw it all in, resting in the view from my front porch.