Where were you when the orchid cactus opened its petals, yellow and red, and the flower fell of its own weight across the spiked leaves of spring?
Today I walked in a garden alone. Two carp swam together, golden and black, their shadow shapes floated on the bottom of the pool. Early rhododendron flowers opened in the shade of bottlebrush pines. The first cherry blossoms, palest pink, shimmered against gnarled dark wood, covering the signs of winter.