Samantha and I got up early on Thursday because of her eight o’clock appointment for a cut, shampoo and blow dry at the groomer’s. The grass and garden were saturated with dew. We had a nice time taking photographs before breakfast. After she and Al left, I went through the photos, and then decided that I would need more, and so I went out again mid-morning, and again during the noon hour, after Sam came home. By twelve-thirty, the wild flax flowers were falling, and by three o’clock, none were left. Plenty of buds to transform to flowers at Friday’s dawn.