My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends�
It gives a lovely light.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Our fig tree is finally putting out fruit again -- it did this once before, but then got sadly neglected in the move a few years ago and almost died. But now it's back, and I am hopeful that Kevin will actually get to taste the fruit of his tree now. The poem is both because the title is apropos, and because the theme is -- I'm somehow feeling quite frantic this week, and have been running full tilt trying to get some things one. Another week or two, and then I think I have to make some space to relax this summer, or I will burn out.