Garden Life

Today was a lovely one - warm but not hot with little humidity which made for an almost perfect day. I walked around the garden and enjoyed something that was a pale imitation to my last year's flower plot. Very little rain last summer caused the flowers to rely only on my pump and that did not give enough apparently since there were few blooms and only pale yellow-green foliage throughout my triangle of soil.

This year I'm reaping the benefits of plenty of rain and perfect weather with lovely flowers and picture perfect blooms. Sitting in the garden is a wonder that I will continue to enjoy throughout this season and on into the winter in my memories. That's just one reason to be truly thankful.

A Feeling for Leaves

I am a really texture person. If you see any of my up close pictures you see many of these feel pieces that express a texture and this is one I took this week that feels prickly in the picture but is the softest feel in early spring. The greens in the garden hold a depth of colors that sometimes the flowers often don't capture. I enjoy fingering the leaves and delicacy of the blooms in the garden, and sometimes just looking too.

Summer Showers

My granddaughter and I were wandering around downtown window shopping and meandering in and out of stores. It has been cloudy day, but nothing really threatening weather wise. We decided to stop in for cold drinks at our favorite coffee shop and as we were heading out drinks in hand the skies let loose with a soaking, torrential rain that continued on for over 10 minutes - it seemed to go on forever!

Beck and I stood under the overhang of the coffee shop first getting dripped and then finally getting blasted a bit as the winds began whipping into a frenzy as the storm began to build. We kept getting wetter so we decided to make a run for it - which of course occurred as the rain became even more intense!

By the time we got to the car we were both soaked through and laughing..."it often literally never rains, but it pours here." I thought to myself. Summer rains are warm and running in them always reminds me of when I was younger. That feel of warm water on my face usually brings back really special memories.

I like the warm water on my face and lashes. That personal shower by Mother Nature has often given such a peaceful sense right down to my core. When the winter winds blow cold, the memories of those warm watery caresses often sustain me through even the toughest winters.