In My Own Backyard

I’ve been back from San Francisco almost a week and I’m very happy about it, in spite of garden chores I haven’t caught up with yet. My trip met all business objectives but was frustrating because I started each stunningly beautiful day gazing at the harbour from my hotel room, then spending the rest of the day in conference rooms with the drapes closed. I got to the waterfront once at the end of a delightful walk the day before I left, but that was it.
The garden is rampantly lush, thanks to all the rain, and I had a special treat this morning. I glanced over at my neighbour’s front yard when I fetched the paper and saw a wild turkey nibbling the flowers.