Little pricks and prods, day long irritation, the buzzing and swarming around while I try to reach back into the mangled, fruit heavy mess that are my tomatoes…because there are beautiful cherry tomatoes, earthy red and a fine yellow, buried back there in the leaves.

To walk in this garden before the heat of the day has been a slow breath for me through a busy summer.

And I should have known: if I’ve chosen this garden as a metaphor for living these weeks, then the day there are mosquitos, I will feel a few stings, and I will itch through the day, not just from these bites, but from the small irritations and attacks life brings.