My rain barrel is empty. We've had a dry spell. This morning I found myself outside watering-- dousing a few of the tender things--moonflower vine, tomatoes, phlox. And this day lily.
It's like writing: You have to be patient with yourself through the dry spells. Spot water when you need to. Nurture the creativity.

Chauncy Gardner, a simpleton at total ease with himsef, talks in garden metaphors, and the world thinks he's brilliant: "In the garden, growth has it seasons. First comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer again."
And then the president, who seeks economic advice, says, "I must admit that is one of the most refreshing and optimistic statements I've heard in a very, very long time."
I loved "Being There!" Saw it years ago and never forgot it. (Love your blog, btw!)
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