Days Of Daze

So much is unclear:

Another visit to the doctor.  He said three more weeks of this, and I should be well.  He said to triple the dose on the pain medication and said "Buh-bye".

Triple.  Uh, no.  The current dose is quite enough for me.  Though I may be up at 4:00 am because it hurts, some measure of pain seems better than than a drug-induced daze. 
She's sharp and clear:

Besides, being up so early means I've had time to explore the "golden hour"--the hour just after sunrise--with my camera. 

The color of the light at that time is as warm as 'Brass Band':

Even the neighbor's sad weed-trees seem beautiful.
  
'Blue Glow' glows:

Agave augustifolia, the Agave I love to hate, redeems itself:
 
Hemerocallis 'Victorian Lace' goes far beyond:
 
Magic all round.
 


While I was at the worst, the Clematis started another round:

The roses never quit:

I haven't checked on the 'Joe Hoak' offsets in a while.  They are looking good:

 Finally, some tomatoes!

At the doctor's office, while the assistant was taking the usual vitals, I thought of the garden at the golden hour.  "Wow!" said the assistant.  "Your blood pressure and heart rate are awesome!"
 
It's the garden does it.