Washing my face with the holy water of dew on clover in the early morning...then nature's own rich, dark mud between my toes...that
must be healing. I feel like a child at play in the morning of the world.
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This tiny star-shaped flower smiled at me from the dew-covered ground ivy...I'm not sure what it is, other than similar to a buttercup in shape. I love the little mysteries...
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The garden is in transition...life and death clearly illustrated in miniature.
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| A mystery squash, as well...it volunteered this year and I have no idea what it is. Summer squash, winter? Is it ready to pick or should I wait...? |
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| They WILL ripen...eventually... |
It is still comfortable at this hour--coffee on the back deck, sun on my face and bare legs. Pepi-cat yawns and stretches nearby and the birds ignore him totally.
Sunlight sparkles on the fountain and catches the lemon-colored leaf boat amongst the bubbles.
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| The new fountain never fails to offer some small bit of beauty... |
Bright sun catches glitter-lights on the old garden
sculpture; it is weathered to its current form, grains of silica in
squirrel shape.
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| He's lived in my back garden for 30 years, slowly weathering away... |
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| Looking with the eyes of a child, I see a hudred colors and a myriad shapes...and now feel the need to take my hand microscope to the garden to see this magic that hides in plain sight. |
I sit quiet on the deck, bare feet on the earth, whistling the song my big drum taught me (for each drum has its own voice, its own song)--and a chickadee and a titmouse landed nearby to investigate. Our chickadees are normally quite shy, but the song seemed to intrigue them; they cocked their heads to listen. I half expected them to answer.
It's not so much "carpe diem" as simply
being--this moment, before the day gets busier...
