The other day was the first rose, today it's the first rose bouquet. I was thinking as I was walking through the garden this afternoon, about how so much of the time I spend in the garden, is actually in my mind. Anticipating, imagining, waiting, through the fall and winter and early spring. And then one day, it's just there. That moment I'd imagined, when transplanting this rose there, or adding that peony here, has arrived. One day it feels like it just happens, and there I am, standing in the middle of a beautiful, riotous, colorful garden. All that time of waiting, seems at that moment, to have passed as quickly as the blink of an eye.