So, the plants are happy. I worked hard today to make my flower bed feel good about herself. I don’t know about you, but I do talk to my plants. Some of them are girls and others, boys. I can’t tell how I know this, but I know by the way they look at me. And they were not happy lately, the drought, the heat, the wind.
And, as I was working on the ground, covered in dirt and mulch, I thought about the wonderful miracles of nature, making beautiful beauties for the eyes and the soul. And there is nothing better than that.