Dear My Garden,
I had such big plans for you this year, remember? And when spring came rolling down the mountains this year back in March, I hung out with you a ton. We were BFFs going to the mall, trying on this outfit and that outfit, so that when summer came rolling around you'd be outfitted with more daisies than a 1960's bride.
I don't know.
It's kinda kicked my butt, frankly, so the two of us pretty much stopped hanging out together. I hate to say I abandoned you, but okay. I did. That's why when I stood on the porch today and (surprise!) saw your coral roses and pink dailyness and white phlox and yes--your daisies--shimmer with morning light, I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the way you've kept calm and carried on.
Thank you, My Garden.