Monday, August 31, 2009

Mornings 12/30

Like liquid jewels, dripping from the vine in the morning sun. There is a certain optimism required to garden in the desert, the elements constantly reminding one of her place in the natural world; more Pestulance than Designer of History. But there is a daily renewal born with the sun and comfort in the quiet promises of a budding vine. And sometimes, on days like today, the renewal and comfort are a gentle salve when life stings a little.


5 comments:

painted maypole said...

i am finding new hope and peace in my garden as well.

Furrow said...

My garden is in its death throes. Yours still looks lovely. Cherry tomatoes are fabulous when roasted with a little olive oil, garlic, and parmesan.

flutter said...

yum.

Woman in a Window said...

And this weekend is time to start putting salsa up for the winter. Maybe just a few minutes enjoying the tomatoes on the plants first. (Wondering on your sting.)
xo

Mary G said...

The essence of roundness and ripeness and redness. Lovely.