This summer has been handed to me like a gift.
I have been friends with
the sun, the grasses, the bumblebees,
the wildflowers, the calling bird, the rushing river,
the clinging vine, the small spiders,
...the midnight moon in full...
they whisper to me, begging me to come
And so I have.
Like the dish ran away with the spoon,
I've run away with Nature.
I've been sitting among grasses and hiding myself,
pulling up the energy of the roots and taking in all those fine feelings
of the intricate hum and brizzle of these fat fellows
so intense upon their work
like chubby little policemen with powdered sugar on their faces
and up and down their arms
and on their fuzzy backs
I've been driven to capture the wild domesticity of flowers in a garden -
planted here but dreaming of living somewhere quiet and frequented by only butterflies and the occasional fawn...
Striking hues that take me to sunset beaches of places I've never been,
open and receiving,
translucent and full of light
Nestled her and there
unassuming little Ladies
opening like a kitschy lotus
found in an odd hazy corner of a very large garden
these bits of cloudy blue crepe
hovering over genteel ladies sipping tea at garden parties
More fuzzy bees in pink mallow
so happy and busy and smile-inducing
She offers reflection, prayer, thanks, and sanctuary.
I am so thankful for this beautiful world we live in,
and even for the bit of taming and creating gardeners try to do,
so that women like me can run away with Nature,
and never get lost.
My book is finally available for purchase!!
It is so gosh darned exciting, I just can't express it enough.