It is finally a sunny day in this late-early, or early-late, spring in Vermont. Stefan sets up the camera on a bank of the garden. Three minutes in, realize I have not one camera pointed at me, but two-score! All those flower bulbs point at me, paparazzi of daffodils, poised to pop open. I am world-famous! I roll to my right and the rose bushes entice me with thorns; I roll left and really smell grass, for the first time this year. Everything is shooting up, or out, or open.

The world is laden with words and actions, ready to chime in or chime out on whatever it is you are already doing or thinking.