Ezra's school called at lunchtime yesterday to say he had a fever and needed to be picked up. Clearly this is not good news, but I will say this: I made lemonade at naptime. It felt like the first time in ages I could be outside at my leisure during daylight. I wandered around the yard with that 105 macro mounted and shot at several of the plants I should have cut back months ago. (First good excuse I can think of to avoid doing yardwork in a timely manner: macro practice!)
I have no idea what this flower used to be, but in its current forlorn form it's still beautiful when I look at it the right way. That's true of winter too: it may be hard to notice sometimes, but it is beautiful. And despite what I might have led you to believe in the past couple of days I do love it.
I have the next couple of weeks off, and I intend to let winter know just how much I appreciate it.