It's only the dawn

Just as the sun's coming up, I'm out front picking sapodilla leaves out of the rosemary and the plumbagos (is it just me, or are there more leaves this year?), fiddling with little trims on the jasmine, checking on the new plantings.

I'd gladly be deadheading the hibiscus, but they are still having terrible trouble with mealybugs.

At any rate, sometimes when I look up, the dawn has turned our tin roof the most delicious shades of sky-blue pink. . . .