Oh, a storm in the garden
a magical time of thick heavy air
still, then suddenly almost violent
We got pounded with hail
and I thought about the toads
glad that they have rocks to hide under
One was right on my driveway
as the trees were waving around bending
to the wind that brought heavy rain
I chased him back into the cottoneasters
...mr wench says the toad knows what he's doing
and I shouldn't interfere....what's he know

 

But today, this morning, after very heavy storms last night
the garden looked like Eden
heartbreakingly lush
and a few more flowers opened

 

 

Now these hornets...nothing stops them
that nest is getting bigger by the day
look how complicated it is
Luckily they aren't bothering me
they are too busy I guess
but yikes anyway

 

 

The grapes of the grape hollies are turning ripe
Drunken robins soon in my open bar of joy

 

I wish you could feel the heavy moist air
the hot air that fills the garden
helping the flowers and the earth to release their
growing scent.....like a greenhouse
I am so enjoyng being in the garden this morning
I am feeling better and my mood is bright
and this walk through the garden is like
a tranfusion of joy
and not one thought of winter itches me
Poor folks on the other side of our planet
drowning in darkeness...Angela....and weary
from no flowers or color
bake some cookies or make soup
Ah summer.....you are mine

 

 

 

for now