The grass never asked the marigolds to stop blooming... and the marigolds never did.

I almost let all that grass convince me the garden wasn't doing well.

Then I slowed down long enough to really look.

The herbs were still growing.

The marigolds were still blooming.

The volunteers were still finding their way.

The dragonflies and bees were still making their daily rounds.

The grass was certainly there...

But it wasn't the whole story.