The fig tree in my backyard has grown so big. The squirrels get to the figs before I do and the bats will be here later. I thought of sending you a picture. But I need an ‘insert smell’.

If you were there standing with me as I watered the plants, what would I say to you about this spot here by the fig tree where I most belong? Would I tell you that this year I have loved every hole in every leaf or would I worry about my too muchness and not say a word? What I do know is that I would be looking at you looking. I want you here this afternoon.