If this were my day I'm almost sure I'd spend it working in my garden. I would dig about my little plants, and try to make them happy, so they would endure long after me. Then I would hide secure where my green arbor shades me from the sky, and watch how bird and bee and butterfly came hovering to every flowery lure. Then, as I rested, perhaps a friend or two, lovers of flowers would come and we would walk about my little garden paths and talk of peaceful times... when all the world seemed true. This may be my last day, for all I know; What a temptation just to spend it so!