Early Morning in the Garden
The sun is low, the sounds save the chirping birds and cawing crows are muted. I survey the beds, the blooms, the orderliness of it all always under siege from the weeds…’where did they come from over night?’…it is a peaceful time that also lets you self assess your mind, your heart, your body. As I water the plants, I seem to tend to me as well. Is everything really alright? Peace and love to all seems right this morning.
SwittersB
What a beautiful rose.
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thank you so much for visiting
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True the weeds do attack at night I think! That’s called grounding yourself checking to see if everything is well. It usually is till everyone wakes up! 😀 Awh nice thought! Beautiful rose
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Thank you MM…yes, for me, it never is quite the same at any other time of day.
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Sometimes it’s quiet and still but the birds they are chirping up a storm for sure! 😀
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