This photo made me laugh when I saw it on the computer monitor as it downloaded. The collapsed hosta seemed kind of bittersweet in the context of our garden but was somehow absurd when isolated in a photo.
I couldn't help identifying with it today, though. I started a full time job this past Monday, my first since quitting 5 years ago to be home with the kids. It's the weekend, but I'm exhausted. I really missed seeing the garden every day and noticing the tiny changes. There should be another word to use when we say "work in the garden". Cleaning up perennials and raking outside today was completely different than the "work" that I did all week in Manhattan.