Tulip Got Lost

Last summer I didn't work in the garden at all. I spent the summer having physical therapy for a sciatic nerve. I could barely drive or walk and certainly couldn't bend down to weed. I couldn't care.

This summer, I've been at the track every morning and then writing about being at the track in the afternoons if I'm not teaching.

So, this is the yard where Tulip  got lost for 45 minutes when I let go of her leash. Someone that my friend, Lorna, knows is coming to help me this week, on Tuesday. I'll see what she can do for $100, but I imagine it won't be enough.

I loved my garden, once. But I don't have the energy to bother caring any more.