Knowing My Limits

The passion flower in Jill and Ronn's community garden sings a siren call, "Come in, come in, Robley!"

But I know my limits.

Overgrown, the garden provides refuge for the noseeums that plague my cancer scar and the flesh behind my knees -- the dreaded chiggers.  Already this week, I haven't slept two nights because some sneaked through my Insect Shield pants and married my flesh.

Not today.

Today I know my limits.

But tomorrow, as Scarlett said, is another day.