Early this morning
the word "survive" came to mind as I weeded the garden, filled bird feeders with seed and hummingbird feeders with nourishment.
Some plants are not doing to good in this heat.
Some will surprise me and reappear next Spring.
I am going to make my garden a little smaller next year.
Oh, but the no till soybeans coming up are surviving.
Green and lush they looked this early morning.
the new clematis planted several months ago
is doing well.
This word also reminded me
I am a survivor.