The head injury is a new experience; it changes almost every day.  Monday, I had a fever that lasted for a full day; yesterday, I had dizziness and light-headedness all day; today, I feel clear and strong and stand up with my head spinning.

This will perhaps last another week or so; there is no question that the injury is healing. I’m holding food down and sleeping better, and the pain in my back, stubborn and ubiquitous, is better.

No Tylenol today. My back is still sore, but it’s time to let nature take over.

Maria and I are still sleeping downstairs; I hope to return to my bed tonight.

I have an old headache that goes with concussions; I’m expecting it to recede over the weekend.

As I do every day, I go outside first thing in the morning and check on my flowers, the stubborn survivors of the rain storms.

I continue to see flowers as part of floral communities; the color flows from one to another. Flowers do interact with one another, I try to catch that in my photography.

The Dahlia’s never fail to twist and turn in rich and living color.

Part of my experiment is mixing flowers up together and letting the colors speak to each other. So far, so good.

These star flowers are beginning to fade; the season is ending soon for them, but they are still fiery and determined in my mind.