Touch grass

In which I'm working really, really hard not to make things worse...

I must confess I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen mid-September light without mid-September heat, but here we are, going on our third week of mild warm days with no rain, and the light on the purple bean pods arching to the sky over my cutting bed is dazzling. Little prisms dancing everywhere on every surface: the grass, the weeds, the scarlet sag…