My gardens are overflowing with buds, blooms, and fragrance.
Before the torrential rain came I spent an afternoon intentionally walking the stone path weaved throughout the beds. I was again impressed by the tenacity of seemingly fragile things that not only survive our harsh coastal winters, but thrive & multiply as they await the Sun's gift.
I've been spending more time just admiring the diversity of the plants and noticing just how quickly they change––small buds, bigger buds, just opening, fully open, bursting blooms, petal by petal drop away...and I turn around just in time to see a whole new plant begin it's similar cycle.
Really, Sun, I need some of your time shining on these beauties...then I'll pass the day away reading, smelling, and smiling on that weathered wooden bench in a sea of color
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