I envision a full/lush/crowded/healthy border of plants on the northwestern side of the shade garden, grounded by hostas, featuring a trellis for climbing autumn clematis. I have so much time for imagination.
Lately the monarch butterflies have been flittering. Their grace in flight, their sudden stillness. This is what we want from books. A look, a glance away, absorbed concentration, a transformation, a lingering.
A thousand before have written. A thousand afterwards.
A flight of butterflies.