This morning was a rare gift for late May in Texas. A soft 70-degree breeze drifted through the garden while the sun slowly climbed above the Burton water tower. The flowers seemed happier. The birds sounded less hurried. Even the air itself felt gentler somehow. I wandered outside to inspect the garden and began what Southerners lovingly call “piddling.” Training the tomato, peppers, cucumber and green beans to climb in their designated locations. Clipping herbs and various