My days lately have been spent largely in the garden. I wake up, get ready while reading, drink some chai, eat some breakfast and then stroll out to the garden. Everything is in beautiful bloom for spring. An eagle seems to prefer these trees and regularly sweeps low to the lawn then up into the trees where he enjoys whatever he’s got trapped in his talons.
The air is a sweet mixture of breezy and balmy in the day and cool at night. As I relax by the tiny pond where frogs hop at sunset, I can imagine that this garden would be perfect to play in as a little kid. No spot seems more perfect for play to me than the small bridge over the little pond.
What an Eden.