A few weeks ago, just before foot surgery, I asked Ellen about my lack of interest in writing. It did not worry or scare me, but change never fails to arouse my attention. She said that I might be needing some break and when I was able to work in my garden again, I would begin writing again. This morning, I spent about 45 minutes deadheading and cutting back dead blooms. Not strenuous or creative but out with my plants. I feel no rush of inspiration, but it did feel mighty good to be editing my garden beds.