Hanging its head, the garden wept early this morning;
to brighten later;
albeit with less than entirely dry cheeks. Bees basked on sunlit blooms;
as did butterflies like this Red Admiral on the lobelia.
of phlox in the West Bed
brought her little robin, Nugget, out in search of goodies. “Where’s Nugget?” (6)
Here we lost internet connection, so I am sending this from The Royal Oak.