Treasure-hunting
Tricky politics…dIrty laundry…the sturm and drang of social media…
Ack! Does anyone remember that old commercial, "Calgon, take me away!"
I'm not one for disengaging–not for long, anyway. And never altogether. But when the walls press in and the air feels close, I find respite in my garden. It's not perfect, by any means. The hardscape's cracked, where the earth once shook and settled. The fence is weathered, and despite my best efforts their valiant efforts, some of the plants aren't thriving like they should. But if I squint my eyes just right and tilt my head just so, secrets oftentimes reveal themselves to me. And so it is that, with each changing of the seasons, I find new treasures there.
Is that El Sol I see, peeking his head through the drifting clouds? Quick, slide your feet into a pair of flip-flops–come treasure-hunting with me!
Faded rose, bejeweled by the rain
Sweet stock, on my bistro table
November-blooming azaleas, misted by the marine layer that blanketed my backyard
A rain-soaked fairy watches over his patch of flowers
What are you seeing in YOUR garden these days?