Death lies on her like an untimely frost...
Am beyond commentary on the world in general. What can I say that will add anything substantive?

So I’ll drone on about my garden. Looking great. Except for white decorative kale #4 (Let’s number them from left to right. I’m crazy for the ornamental cabbage, but not to the extent of naming the babies...) Totally pale and wilted. Dead but not yet brown. What happened? I shall hope it is foul play (or perhaps an accidental footfall by some misguided visitor last evening) and not some cabbage disease that will threaten the other seven survivors. Or revenge of the white butterflies...