The lilacs should have been pruned back
last summer, but I forgot. Did you?
You didn’t say anything which is odd because you’re smart and usually say things like “We should prune the lilacs” (which means me). Oh. But I remember now. Last June you fell and broke yourself in pieces. Pruning was the last thing on my mind. I prayed, instead, that you might mend. Okay. Yes, that makes a little sense now. The lilacs grew wild because you had to learn to walk. So there will be no June blooms outside our windows this year. This summer’s flower is you, wild back on your own two feet again. Next week I’ll cut short the lilacs, like we were last summer.