In the Quaker tradition, Sunday is the first day of the week and is meant for rest and contemplation. I usually start my day with reading the Washington Post, the New York Times, and the San Francisco Chronicle, in that order, but today I just haven't the heart. I'm going to honor First Day instead - talk with family and friends, and contemplate this garden gift: a second blooming of the azalea. Did you ever see such color? I'd call this the very definition of eye candy. The bush itself has been growing very slowly since we planted it several years back, choosing to remain in the shadow of an over-achieving hydrangea. But if it gives us blooms like this (twice), who cares? Happy First Day, friends. May you find at least a little peace, wherever you are.