After another yesterday of terrible news, gardening hardly seems important. The cool gloom allowed for a bit of infrastructure improvement, moving sprinklers away from the edge of the slope. This simple small move eliminated run off. The water run off was minor--a pint or two--but it feels good to reduce that to as close to zero as possible.
After, no more dribble down the gutter.
It's a matter of love and hope, in the garden but also in the larger world. Love in the end will conquer hate.
Love will win.