Early Morning in the Garden
The sun is low, the sounds save the chirping birds and cawing crows are muted. I survey the beds, the blooms, the orderliness of it all always under siege from the weeds…’where did they come from over night?’…it is a peaceful time that also lets you self assess your mind, your heart, your body. As I water the plants, I seem to tend to me as well. Is everything really alright? Peace and love to all seems right this morning.