Four leaves...

It just doesn't seem right to pick them anymore...especially this one, all dew-dropped and so obviously the star of the show.

The coffee pot's been unplugged. There's a swishing dishwasher in the kitchen, having its way with the breakfast dishes. The kid and the critters (both domestic and wild) have been fed. The beds have been made, the floors vacuumed, the kitchen linoleum wiped down, the garbage taken out. Now it's time for me, but what will I do? What can I do? What am I prepared to do for myself?