Autumn

As it turned out, L. was hospitalized yesterday after arriving home, and she was released at eight that night.  A stomach infection, of course, but no one told her if it was rotavirus or not.  She is at home resting and taking care of herself, thank gosh, and I am alone in a quiet house!  Only my wind chimes and the birds are singing.

Here is a picture of the flowers produced by the plants I nursed like babies during the god-awful summer.  Behind them you can just make out the rosemary bush.  Also, many years ago, I dug up a weed I found growing in my neighbors' sidewalk, and its small purple flower has been going strong ever since, a real draw for hummingbirds.