I have been working, it seems, round the clock since early April, as the intensity of preparatory gardening tasks fall into a certain window of time. Punch lists still exist, but I foresee things leveling off in the near future. I've managed to steal a moment to just enjoy the beauty in my own garden, and timing it with the peak of my German irises in their glory. Sweet. I'm so grateful that gardens do not perform all at once. I need the intermissions. I embrace the anticipation. A garden is like a delicious novel that can't be read all at one sitting, and I love the flirtatious unfolding of a story that grows.