The garden is all in...
and now we tend to it...and wait patiently...
The days are full.
Dreams are planted and
Joy is being found in so many little things.
Like playing in an outdoor kitchen
and trying new recipes for mudpies with
beautiful botanical garnishes.
It's been collecting little pans for little hands.
and it's tea... for two.
It's been found in the pitterpatter and panting of 2 old corgis-
It's in the color of the jays....
and this nest of baby bleu's.
... And was this nest of a Cardinal family right outside the door.
It was also found in a mockingbird nest.
.. It was discovered in this nest of baby roadrunners
in the heart of an old cedar tree-
a first for me.
It was in the first Orioles seen here.
And their four jars of grape jelly
and bags of oranges.
It was our short but sweet watching it all from a covered porch.
It was in the blooms of peonies.
In droplets of rain.
And leaving a few on Momma's grave.
It was in the second pull of an olde tiller,
and the footsteps left behind.
... In pink grootendorst...
and especially... here.
This "flowa" handed to me
... It's saved in this old book...
And in the pressing and keeping safe.
... and a few more...
It was in his out of the blue
"Hey Momma... listen to this song."
And the speaker he brought me later
coz he knows I like to crank it up while washing dishes
It 's in her hugs and how she really listens.
And in the very wise friend who
always says just the right thing
at the right time.
It's in baby bun buns.
And in the scent of wild roses
growing tall as the trees.
And in the he loves me... he loves me not...
... right down to the last ...He loves me.
It was in his eyes... as he tried so hard
to pull and save this calf.
And the thoughts of his Grampa
who surely smiled down on him.
It's in every moment really...
and every breath.
... so many little things.
And it's true.... they really are the big things.