I sat out on our back "deck"/concrete patio and just breathed in the cooling air and listened. I heard the water flowing from the roof, the breeze in the trees, the caw of the crows. And then I heard the traffic from Main Street and people talking and I thought to myself: "wouldn't it be wonderful to live out in the country and not be able to hear all the cars and people noises?"
And then I turned it around and became incredibly grateful to not be living in an apartment in a big city - to have lilac trees blooming next door, to have plants growing in my garden - that a couple of weeks ago were only twigs. To HAVE a garden. We have a little piece of heaven in our backyard. We get to tend a little patch of nature. And it might not be huge, but it is ours to care for. And it give back more than we put into it. How could I wish to be somewhere else?
Rainbow - reminding me of the magic in the world
Oregano - a hold-over from last summer
Violas, peas and shovels