I have come home, kissed the children, pet the cat, and spent twenty minutes in the garden deadheading and pruning, gathering seeds for a friend (columbine, morningstar sedge, plus a new native to my garden whose name I’m forgetting), and picking dahlias. (I feel like the group name for dahlias should be an exuberance of dahlias.) I can be done for the day now, right? That sounds very appealing right now…
