I was afraid that this would happen: good intentions, no, great intentions notwithstanding, I just wouldn't be able to keep up the daily pace. A good part of the reason is that I'm just too slow and too-often tired, and then there's the work-out, well, more properly, the walk-out, requirement of the recovery that has me adding distance every day—I'm closing in on 1.5 miles—but non-stop distance. No sauntering allowed, and, it goes without saying, no pauses for taking pictures. I need to get and keep my heart rate elevated; keeping my brain engaged, through natural history study and photography, is not part of the program. Not yet. Still, there are things to see and record when I'm not on the road or on the track. In life, this was a day lily seed pod. The seeds, of course, are long dispersed—the flowers and pollinators have done their jobs of carrying on the species—and what remains of the "baby carriage" is little more, at this point, than connective tissue, the plant "skeleton" on which the botanical future was built.