I admire poetic people, the ones who can express the deep feelings and thoughts of the soul with a new turn of a word or phrase. I always wish I could do that, but I can’t. If I could, I’d have written a thousand songs by now. As it is, I can dream up the melodies, but I can’t get the words right.
But when I go to the garden in the early morning hours, my observations are downright Dr.-Seuss-like. And they show up fast. So today, sometime during the time I played in the dirt and pulled the weeds and watered the plants and argued with the spiders about territory and rights and got chased by wasps and picked the produce and swept the patio and plumped the pillows and drank some lemon water and de-weeded some pathway cracks, I observed this:
The purple petunias are pungent today, heavy and sweet with perfume.
The peppers are plenteous, parading in glory, papilionaceous and pretty.
And it is not just that I have created 2 great entries for “P” for writing a children’s garden book (oh the dreams I harbor), but that those two things are perfectly and totally true today. In my garden.
images from google because I was just too lazy to take pictures…however, I have a lot more pepper varieties than this!
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Sis, the fact is…your every word is melodious! And write, you should! Songs, poetry, articles, stories…all of it. Get on with it sis! BTW, the garden looks great again…as always, responding in health to the the love of it’s caregiver…no wonder God put man in a garden to work it.