I went outside to check on Pinot in the backyard, because he likes to dig under the fence and disappear. He was sniffing around on the grass, so I lay down and looked at the sky a while. It was a really nice day, warm but not hot, sunny with a few clouds, not humid. I decided to pull a few weeds from the garden, which has really become overrun with them. I only intended to pull a few and go back inside, but after 20 minutes, I’d weeded half the garden. I cut my finger on something in the garden and I have dirt deep under my fingernails, but now I can see my flowers and they can breathe. There are still more weeds to pull, but it felt good to do something that means something. Something that yielded positive results. I feel like so much of what I’ve been doing lately has involved smashing my head into proverbial walls over and over and then being asked to do it again (but always with a thank you!). I’m tired. Beyond. But here is this rose that I found in the weeds. I think I have to work to find more roses.