Gentle rains fall to soften my garden beds. The very atmosphere seems pregnant, imparting everything with fecund potential. My heart and mind soar in such enveloping mists and soak in the droplets of the magnified clarity it gives to the light, filtered and diffused in the tenderest way possible. The purples and lavenders glow in this light, the greens deepen and become velveted, the whites glisten and then fade at the edges… nothing is harsh or disordered while the colors of the garden are washed into each other with rainbow gradations.
I imagine my newly planted seeds welcomed in the moist womb of the garden’s earth. Every petal of the blooming flowers is preserved in the momentary embrace of the sweet moisture, the prepared soils open and inviting to every growing thing and to my feet as they press upon its spongy surface. Sweet and fresh, the air surrounds with a cooling fragrance and invites my lungs to breathe deeply, glad to be alive. Glad to breathe, glad to smell, glad to take part in today’s growing and emerging.