In the garden of weeden.
It was a grey morning and the humidity hung thick in the air as I headed out to the big garden to sit and drink my morning coffee.
I rather like the overcast mornings in the garden because the colors seem so vivid and saturated and the camera loves it too.
As I head down the path my furry companions follow along.
TC stops to wander through the garden and Betsy settles in at my feet.
Eventually That Cat jumps up on the bench next to me and hugs me with his paw.
As I sat there on the bench I thought back to this spring when
I planted a section of wildflower seeds. This is where flowers and weeds would spring forth harmoniously and it would be ok.
Silly me, somehow I thought the weeds would remain contained to that one area.
Like a metaphor of life.
Sometimes the weeds take over, your path gets covered and plants pop up unexpectedly.
I find that if I see and hear with my heart, I discover the beauty hidden among the weeds.
The birds,bees and other flying, crawling creatures certainly don’t mind that I have weeds. So why should I?
The humming birds dart through the waist-high maze and find flowers to their liking.
Here is hoping you are finding some beauty hidden among the weeds.
See you later, bye!