Cloudy and damp, good planting weather. And just the right climate for the annual plant sale at Teatown, the nature preserve down the road from the Cabin.
Teatown has 875 miles of trails, a large lake, hemlock forests and laurel groves, a wildflower island and, dear to my heart, a collection of wounded raptors, lost souls that have here been given a safe haven and a purpose: educating visitors about how wonderful they are.
I like the owls, some of them one blinded in one eye, most paired in their environments in a perfect, companionable matched set.
I collected my little starts at the herb table, dill and chamomile. Thought I’d try some eucalyptus. Wished I had to space for the native plants for sale all around.
Then I noticed a stalky bearded iris obviously about to burst.
I realize that they more I go along, the more I like things that are about to…
Like the iris. You can just see a fringe of furled purple petal above the green.
Like a novel about to be published.
Rolls about to come out of the oven.
A cardinal about to skitter up into the air.
Oliver about to enter his snoring slumberland.
Water about to boil – test it for salt with one hardy finger.
About to speak at an engagement, that shivery feeling in your stomach.
About to buy something exquisite, but expensive. Then deciding not to.
About to start to knit, a chunky skein and needles in hand.
My 21-year-old Maud about to have the most glorious adventure, working in a school for Teach For America, living in New York City, the whole shebang laid out ahead of her.
Rolls about to come out of the oven.
Water about to boil.
The iris about to pop.
Jean Zimmerman 
Thank you, as always! And thanks especially for commenting, I like connecting. (Comma splice.)
I like this! I like the way your mind works… every day … spinning new inspiration. Thanks!