Bright and early this morning I was awake. Why not follow the birdsong out to the garden?
I spent two blissful hours weeding and killing slugs and snails.
Two hours among the miracles!
Grasses bending in the breeze
Poppy buds just barely opening
and in the splendor of full bloom
Two hours at daybreak with the shy wonders we so often ignore when the world intrudes. Two hours alone with God and his quiet gifts.
What lines and forms, scents and textures linger in a garden at daybreak...
Soft roses, clematis brilliant as fireworks, snails leaving silver trails...
Oh, the joys of early morning. I had almost forgotten.
