In the garden…
thoughts are slowed,
and breath is deeper.
Gentle hands brush past fragrant lavenders,
winter light catches on petals,
highlighting a beauty that often goes unnoticed.
With a kind sun warming your back,
there is a pause,
external noises muffled to the internal slowing beat
A soft sigh,
thoughts not as worrying, concerns not as pressing, what to do next,
definitely not as important,
out here, in the garden.
Oh how I wish the garden felt like that for me.
Such a nice place to be Brydie!
Though sometimes it can be hard to motivate oneself to get out into the garden in winter, once we are out there it is a joy — moving around, being in the sun, looking at our plants, with less pressure from gardening tasks, it can make us feel fantastic.
It sure can Deirdre. Although I hear you on the pressure of gardening tasks. There are a whole bunch of weeds whispering to me at the moment that are stampeding through.
Lovely. 😊 I’ve just spent the morning weeding and though it’s not exactly my favourite part of gardening, it was oddly meditative.
Beautiful pictures and words. I find a great deal of solace in the garden myself, even with seemingly mundane tasks.
Lovely words to describe an awesome feeling of admiration and contentment.