I have to admit that I'm getting really anxious for the garden to be in full bloom. I was able to go out for the first time and work in it yesterday. It was wonderful getting my hands dirty. When I get in the garden, I can totally lose track of time. Even though it's very physical it doesn't really seem like work to me. In the summer, I go out first thing every morning to see the changes that took place overnight in the garden. I just walk around feeling the foliage on the plants and the trees, or smelling whatever bloomed that morning. It's a calming ritual for me. I know all you gardeners and nature lovers know what I'm talking about. There's something about being close to the earth that causes us to connect more with our true selves. I feel the same way in the woods or on a walk down a dirt road in the country. It's spiritual. It's wonderful. And I'm thankful for the gift.
Feathered Nest Friday
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