It has been brought to my attention that you are leaving any day now. I will not see it happen. I will not get a forewarning. I will not get a message. I will know when I no longer hear you greet the sun and the sky with your morning song. I will know when I no longer see you forage in the afternoon shade and shadows of the flowers and shrubs. I will long for your return. Thank you for visiting each year. You have no idea how much that means to me. Yours truly, el jardín.