no thing takes precedence except maybe

turning the hose handle as it makes that low squeal of water come through the pipes and that small leak

warm water on my hand

letting gentle drops of pressurized dew spill over edges of petunias and lilacs geraniums and ranunculus

ranunculus what a word for a flower so gently beautiful yesterday

that yellow

iridescent in the photograph I snapped and deleted and tried again to the same affect incapable of capturing the clear light of it so I quit and just looked

that first fully burst form took me by surprise I

hadn’t know it was there and there it was

J said wow but he was looking at his phone before I

turned to smile back at him in my own knowing

wonder

that’s

okay

I still find this garden

miraculous all by myself