there is joy in the wabi sabi look of this chair
and my heart swells with joy for the little flowers
that are so ordinary, but today
so welcomed and adored by me
Even the dreaded monstrous grapevine
that has taken over my chimney this summer
Is beautiful with its deep purple fruit
......that my wards...who must move on soon
will eat to to fatten themselves up for the long journey of migration
Oh I will miss you all,
but will hold tight
to the awaiting feelings of excitment and anticipation
for your return
Sweet Autumn
your blooms are breathtaking
I shall never have a garden again without you
Remember the summer I cut you down instead of the grapevine
and I cried out
But you came back to me the next year
thank you
Even the clinkin clanking caliginous collection of junk
never fails to open my eyes to ordinary joy
wabi sabi
scarlet.....how beautiful you are
against the iron
Glad I remembered to toss your seeds in the ground
for you have rewarded me with late blooms
of such passion
Oh....I have seen too many of these little feathers scattered around
The hawk returned
I can only do so much
...chase him vigorously
...but he waits
and he eats for the day
so sad for my mourning doves
....but the trees weeped leaves
and your feathers were covered with deep respect
The dove just having roosted in your branches
Dark/light
joy/sadness
predator /prey
Oh the lessons of the garden