In the Garden
Photograph by: Karen Holmes
"A day so happy.
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess."
- Czeslaw Milosz from the Poem "Gift"
They say that doing mindless activities can go a long ways to getting you out of ruminating over the "tough stuff" that life naturally brings along. To me, gardening offers that natural reprieve. How kind the world seems with the sun resting on the back of your neck as you bend to dig in the earth. How hopeful things seem when you place a small seed in its tiny pocket of rich dark dirt and anticipate the abundance of a shared tomato harvest, or when you plant a ball of twigs looking forward to clusters of highly-scented rose bouquets gracing your tabletops. How softened the harsh edges of life become when you keep company with singing birds, fluttering butterflies, and dragonflies. Yes, indeed, "a day so happy"...