One of the favorite parts of my day is when I go outside to inspect my plants and tend to them. I deadhead flowers, snip spent blooms, marvel at something new.
It is like receiving a present every day.
It could be that a fairy tiptoes into my garden each night while I sleep and places something new there for me to find when I wake up.
A garden fairy of sorts.
In Mother Nature’s world, practice does not make perfect. Sometimes what I see seems near to perfection though.
The next best thing to having all these plants to watch grow and tend to is photographing them.
I don’t think I can be any more in my element than when I’m trying to get just the right angle of a flower in my view finder. Framing it in my lens to enjoy later.
I walk slowly round and round my subject, watching the magic happen as I find something just a little bit new and more fascinating each time.
It isn’t always a plant or flower that causes me to pause. Oftentimes it is the texture of the driftwood or the sun crisscrossing a rock or tree leaves casting a shadow on the fence.
Sometimes it is a combination of all of the above.
My happiness is directly tied to what is outside my door. The mixed scent of various flowers when I walk outside. The musical sound of the water fountain and wind chimes in the background.
The sun shines down and wraps the plants in its warmth like a blanket. Urging them along to bloom and then flower.
I don’t think there’s anything closer to poetry than a garden. The raised stems of flowers that string together a rhyme. The chorus of birds that gather in the trees. The imagery translated to verses that tie it all together so beautifully.
I have found the treasure
That lies at the rainbow’s end;
Wealth beyond computing
Is mine to give or lend.
Opals of an April dawn,
Gold of a shimmering noon,
Amethysts of the sunset,
Pearls with the glow of the moon.
Would you like to share it?
There’s more than enough for all
In my iris garden
Against a grey stone wall.
-AGNES HAYES POST