my garden gave to me . . .

Sing along, friends. I’m pretty sure you already know the tune.

Yes, that’s the spirit!

. . . and thankfully they seem almost immune to the heavy frosts we’ve been having lately. Now, deep breath and prepare yourself for those high notes.

Seriously, I’ve never had so many raspberries so late in the year as I have this year. They’re kinda seedy and not nearly as sweet as they look, but, like so many other little miniature poems within the garden, they make this heart grateful, nevertheless.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this little wander through the garden with me this morning. Truthfully, I’d guess I was only out there for about fifteen minutes, but what a day-changing quarter-hour that was. It totally transformed my mood and my outlook on the day, and it re-affirmed and energized the kid in me who is so completely fed by the adventure of discovering whatever beauties the goddess, Dawn and her partner Jack Frost have teamed up to leave behind.

Remember, amidst the cacophony of bills and parties that must be attended and that everlasting problem of what to get Aunt Marvin, you only need wander beyond the walls and windows of your fortress to truly see, feel and taste an entirely different sort of healing magic. Now that winter is officially upon us, be sure to make time to see and picture the gifts they leave for you.

And FWIW (for what it’s worth), I have it on very good authority that just noticing is the best way to say Thank You.

Namasté