While I’m waiting I do what I can. I send my roots down deep. I bend my stem towards the shade. I pull up from the ground and I draw down from the sun.
I find ways to improvise water while I wait for the rain.
This post is a love letter back to Roxanne and Kim’s comments on a post from last week, a long-overdue post that had been simmering on the back burner all summer. Their words, along with Dragonfly and Abigails’s, were straight from the watering can. Photos via me, circa Round Barn Winery.