Wet
Posted on | March 2, 2010 | Comments Off
I think this is the longest period of frequent rainfall in my life.

The view from my back door
Soggy, slick trails, mud in the garden. Weeds, weeds, weeds. And yet.
I looked out my back door this morning, ready to complain. No one would hear it, but I thought it my due. And then I looked more carefully. Part of my disappointment was about what I have and miss — at this time.
The table. How fine it is to sit there and eat the produce from the garden. And to feel the sweetness of the air. How fine it is that the garden is so very happy with this rain. The new yellow onions are six inches high! And the hill behind the garden that gives me my morning view from the bed. Thank you God for the day.
Reality is. Perception changes.
Walk well. God is love.










