Tis raining heavily here as I write. The air is a grey-purple dimness only possibly on a rainy day. The patter of drops on tree leaves, road asphalt, and rain-soaked lawn create an orchestra song. The gentle breeze is cool and refreshing even as it creates a quiet 'bong' on the windchime.
I sit on my porch watching the maple tree leaves sway a smooth dance to the rain song. From my post, I survey the lush spring growth - dainty columbine blooming in pinks, purples, yellows, and orange, the stately irises with regal blooms of pale yellow, pink, and burgundy, the cheery little yellow flowers on the mustard plant, and all the shades of green in the hostas, violas, grasses, dandelion, wild lettuce, lavender, and so many others.
I shall miss this glorious garden when. I go. For now, I drink in the beauty with a sense of calm gratitude.
Earlier, as I drank my morning cup of tea, I read from "Jane of Lantern Hill" by L, M. Montgomery, which is like having a visit with an old, familiar, beloved friend. L.M. Montgomery's books provide a peaceful mood, and activate my abiding love of nature. When I read her words, I recall summer afternoons of my youth, when I would pack one of her books in my pocket and hike up the hill behind my house. I would find a nook in the woods and settle in for a read. That sense of adventure paired with the everyday strength of her heroines is kindled when I read. I appreciate the beauty of the natural world around me and the joys of everyday life.
