The week before, three cucumber vines got wilt, dried up, and died. I suspect some pest or pathogen.
Three other vines have survived, though, and cucumbers are fruiting.
This morning on the patio, I looked at one vine in the early morning sun, and it was wilting, and I thought, oh, another one goes.
I came into the apartment, futzed around, and then 15 or so minutes later went back out on the patio with intentions of removing the wilting vine so that it didn’t infect the last remaining.
But by then, the morning sun had moved off, the plant was more shaded, and the leaves had all rehydrated and were floating fully in the soft breeze.
Fifteen minutes and life had changed.
Morning sun now, I don’t ever remember this intensity of the sun, but then I have become a house cat.
Everything is different now, but in 15 minutes this morning, a vine seemed to transform from death to life.
Fifteen minutes and the universe unfolds in different directions, perception and sun slant, and 5, 10, 15, a shift in the course of the entirety.