The garden had a reprieve from its death sentence of frost last night, and so did the gardener (moi:).
Today i can aim to do what didn't get done yesterday: cut the last zinnia bouquet and harvest the holy basil (aka tulsi).
What would you do if you knew you had 24 hours to live?
I would go sit in the garden and not do a thing. Assuming good-byes had been said in expectation of yesterday's death, i'd take a walk in the woods, sit by a stream, and watch the river of life flow on.