and then the flowers wilt

The sunbeam is gone, but I'm still here, enjoying final golden light across the green, cascading as it does from wysteria to rhubarb from magnificent fern to the sand at my feet. I'm still here, watching the flowers as they wilt; their pollen, spent; their wild, colourful flirtations suddenly irrelavent as they swell with fruit.

Recent events within my community remind me of the resiliency of what we have built. It seems that those who can, do. And there is usually someone who can, and it is not only me.

I love my friends.