Ah...a new and beautiful morning. I start my day (though I've already been up for hours) when I step into my little concrete yard to put on my socks in the glow of morning sun. Its warmth feels good on my body (which is still aching a bit from yesterday's run, which I probably shouldn't have taken because my body was hurting before the run...oh...aging...). I don't remain seated long, drawn with unconscious desire to my growing things.
First, to my lemon tree, another lemon almost ready to be picked. To fall gently into my hand. And almost thirty others in various stages of hard green growth. Then I admire the mint surrounding my prodigious little tree. All of this growing in a barrel...amazing....Next I check the lettuces, growing in several pots, happy from the week of rain and from this morning's sun.
It is then I notice the sweet peas, unstoppable, like Jack's bean stock, growing and tangling on the old baker's rack. For now, their only color comes from the violas which they encompass -- purple and yellow and white. Vibrant in their joy.
All of this life flows into me and suddenly I feel ready to jump into my work...though I now notice I've been distracted, again, by all those growing things....
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