Now at the halfway mark, standing in a sea of tiny purple, white and pink flowers that have popped like fireworks from the green over the last week, whose mingled sharp scent accents the rich, damp earth, I realize that pausing every day like this has changed the way I view everything in nature and has slowed the passing of time, turning seasons into gradual migrations rather than the stark delineations fraught with expectation. At the end of a successful week, we walked to dinner and enjoyed a far-reaching discussion that didn’t stray once into the world of anxiety of adulting.