I delighted in the Buddha's shadow
 

and the wind chime's shadow
...still... along the wall
It's the none movement
that quiets me this morning
My mom's new cat is very sick
and I have prayed for this kitty
every night
that God spare it for my mother
who just lost her older cat this past year
My mom is 83 years old
and this is taking a toll on her


 

A bunny runs out of the ground cover and stops
hoping I don't see it
or seek to harm it
I would never hurt you Mr Bunny
Every creature is welcome in my garden
You give me so much in return
glimpses of joy and wonder
moments of awe
and spirit


 

You Mr. Hummingbird moth
took me away to a place of bliss
this morning...your movements up and down and over
the Butterfly bush
.....How this bush got spared from the landscapers march to Atlanta
I'll never be sure of
But it is one of those little miracles that I know
and never question
but rather stand in

Even the morning shadows across the brick
make me look up in quiet
appreciation
for the sun
that warms the earth
draws forth life out of barren ground
It is no wonder that the ancients worshiped it
It is an orb of life

It is going to be very hot today
and the garden is waning as it is
...the birds call for me to fill the feeders and the birdbaths
Leaves are falling
and  I know the season of summer
has gathered her skirt and romped over the hill
seasons
I feel like I'm passing through one right now
joy

 

A photographer...I'm not
but this morning I snapped away
at anything that caught my eye and brought me joy
the wench is back

 

They spotted me first
and waddled along the rooftop
keeping an eye on me
I love mourning doves

 

all my undercover...gone

 

 

 

but it hasn't deterred my little bunny family
like ghosts they haunt the garden
making rattling sounds in what is left of the brush
 

my butterfly weed has survived the "Sherman's march to the sea"

 

 

 

oh ironweed...it loves it here
I think I have a rain garden going for sure
now...if it would only rain

 

 

everybody needs beauty
as well as bread
places to play in
and pray in
where nature may heal and cheer
and give strength
to body and soul alike
...john muir

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My garden has turned into a speakeasy
wild and crazy
a joint

I have ignored her this summer
and despite that she has blossomed
The grass has gone all clover and dandelions
sigh...the bugs like it
but my husband sneers at it

The despised grape vine has taken over
growing into the horsechestnut tree and up the chimney
and the morning glories have conneted to the queen of the prairie
making the pathway through the garden tricky

But the worst thing is that the volunteer trees that I usally cut out
have grown without supervision into large teenagers...the  mulberries and maples
I had to call in professional help..
which I dread, but it had to be
But most of them don't know
a tree from a bush
and they just leveled everything
The wench is in recovery
no beautiful quiet serene garden to meditate in
scorchd earth

But it has been a few weeks and things are looking better
the flowers... I was able to save them....with my dead body
and arriving home just in time
Ah she is survivor
the garden
and so is the wench
we both go on
despite hardships