And Then It's Over

You're sewing, sewing, sewing, and then you look up, and it's time to leave.

 No more opportunities to study the blooming ivy.  I didn't know ivy could bloom.  I really didn't.

 No more roses to admire up close and personal,

 No more volunteer tomatoes to make me marvel,

 No more observation of indigenous life forms...

It's just back to normal.  The tree trimmer came (look at that beautiful palm!)

 I let the little dog in (notice the barrier to keep him in the kitchen),

 My son is taking in the World Series,

 And a number of my friends have congregated in Houston...

Life goes on, and it's back to normal.  Happy days!