There was a major hailstorm last night that wiped out my "field" of poppies. Today I tried to focus on clean up and next steps, yet I still feel the loss of this year's blooms. Maybe I can muster up some hope for the garden. I know I will treasure each bloom that opens over the next month or two, because it can all change in an instant due to circumstances out of my control. Which is true of much more than a garden.