I took a moment to water my poor garden this morning. My soup plate dahlia occasionally deviates from its perfectly geometrically constructed flowers, reminiscent of Spirograph drawings, and throws out a wonderfully chaotic and blousy bloom. The petals will not stay attached for very long but while I have this wild child of the garden on my dining table, I smile every time I look at her.
There's a lot of other, less charming, chaos in our lives right now. The business move is in full prep. mode, although we do not yet know where we are going by month's end. Denial is a wonderful tool, even though I can't maintain it all through the night. Who needs sleep, anyway?
