1. We make time to stare at art in the library -- the glow of red velvet caught in brushstrokes; the original cut up for patchwork a hundred years ago.
2. I stand up to straighten my back and rub at my wrists where the bristly leaves of green alkanet have irritated my skin, feeling unsure about my choice to let such a rampant weed have a little space in my garden for the sake of its twinkling blue flowers and early foliage. A bee with a bright red behind noses into one of the plants, finding value in even a tiny taste of nectar.
3. Look up, see swifts.
