Good morning!
Tis Thursday. No sooner had I hit “send” on yesterday’s Respite did a voice come shouting from the lower garden.
“Hey!” it yelled. “How about me?”
It was the voice of a flower that had every reason to yell. It arrived as a small seedling last year. I tucked it in the lower garden, where it sat doing nothing but grumbling over its fate at hav…