When I got home from the potluck, Brian had thai take-out waiting for me. I love those moments when you recognize that someone knows you. He knew that I would be too wrapped up in the meeting part of the potluck to bother getting a plate. He knew that the meeting would go well and that I would come home hungry.

If you have any extra seedlings, I would be happy to adopt them. I can use them because this year I was too swamped with… stuff… to get seeds started. Merriam Station Community Garden would also be happy to use them for their plant sale on May 4. They are raising money to pay for a water system… kind of important for a garden. I never tire of the miracle of watching a seed sprout. You might not be able to relive a first kiss or the first time you were allowed to take the car by yourself to pick up some milk, but watching a plant sprout, flower, fruit, die… feels brand new every time. Every single time. Next year. Next year I’m going to put those containers I collected to use. I won’t care about what’s pressing. I won’t care about deadlines. Now that I know the emptiness of skipping it, next year I’m going to fill up the place with trays and trays of plants for the garden.

The chick in the nest outside my window turns out to be a robin. At first he was just the tip of a beak that you could hardly see, but he’s actually quite big. Judging from the fight I witnessed this morning, he could have been a small black bird. I recognize twine from my garden in that nest. I know it’s mine because I watched (and sort of helped) a bird carry it away. I can’t stop looking out the window.

This morning I had an errand to run. When I saw that my normal route was blocked by utility trucks, I tried another route only to find that it too was blocked. But I persevered and eventually made it to my destination. Does this qualify me to write a book about the 7 secrets of starting your own business just 30 days? I think it does and I think I will.