When I woke this morning, the first thing that caught my attention was the wisteria, reaching to the sky in search of a place to climb. The breeze was gently wafting its branches back and forth. I thought back to when looking out of the same picture window I was greeted with nothing but the fence.
The clover lay gently on the earth, matted down by the rain during the night. I smiled to remember the sweetness of her blooms. The creeping phlox also waits for the sunshine to open her blooms. The iris bless me with their blooms, after three years of waiting.
Then I walked into the kitchen, and the profusion of pink verbena along the fence made me smile again. I just leaned on the counter by the sink and breathed in the blessing of their presence, feeling the fresh morning breeze against my skin. Even as I sit here at the computer, I can feel and smell the freshness of the morning.
On a more scientific note, I know that the air around my home is bathed in fresh oxygen given off by the plants. I wonder if that is part of the reason I feel so at peace when I walk through the garden. Perhaps it is not just the beauty, but also the actual change in atmosphere provided by all of the plants.
We become a unit, my garden and me - a guild, in the words of the permaculture crowd. Dare I include myself in the guild? We are one, my garden and me.
Praise be to the Creator for the beauty of his world.