It has rained several times today, and the garden is flourishing and wild---which I love.
I never could manage the manicured look, neither in my garden nor my person.
The fragrance of wet grass, and the other random scents carried by the moisture in the air, are lifting my spirits.
I have been in meditation and prayer for our country. The events in Charlottesville make me cry. Not here! Not again!
Perhaps it has been here all along, but now has permission from the highest office in the land to come out and wreak havoc.
What have we not been hearing all this time?
Meanwhile, in this peaceful house, with two dozing cats and the cricket serenading outside, I am about to go upstairs and allow my breathing to slow and deepen...