simple pleasures: gardening
{scintilla day 8}
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What are your simplest pleasures?
Go beyond description and into showing the experience of each indulgence.
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The sun beats down on my back.
Birdsong fills the air with anything but silence, yet it feels quiet.
Bees buzz and hover, always, always in search of nectar.
Joni Mitchell sings Blue in the background,
which somehow never makes me blue.
Usually, I sing along, loud and without caring how I sound.
Sometimes I just listen.
Sweat pours down my spine, off my brow.
My hands are dirty, I have leaves and seedpods in my hair.
The wide open expanse of sky lifts me up, opens me,
my mind soars.
Tiny bits of life, all cradled in their own little microcosm,
become my focus.
A seedling that finds a way to root in the most unlikely of places.
The ant hill that has destroyed my thyme.
Life, bursting forth without fear or politeness.
An ache begins to spread up my legs. Knees creak and quiver.
But I never stop until my soul has had enough.
Until I am restored.
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March 23rd, 2012 at 9:10 am
ah, the feeling of natural restoration…thank you for sharing yours.
March 23rd, 2012 at 9:10 am
Oh sweet joy. I love this. Once again- your writing drips with nectar. I love it. I know this feeling – you capture it perfectly.
March 23rd, 2012 at 11:08 am
How wonderful that you get so much restorative joy from this.
March 23rd, 2012 at 2:56 pm
..i like. i always like.
in fondest of thoughts, tilda
March 23rd, 2012 at 6:14 pm
Just add water. It’s all there; everything you need. Soreness; what the body needs to remember where it left its soul.
March 24th, 2012 at 8:08 am
‘Life bursting forth without fear or politeness.’ – WOW!!! Beautifully said!
March 24th, 2012 at 8:11 pm
I am a kindred spirit gardener…
March 25th, 2012 at 10:40 am
Oh, LOVELY. I miss having a garden. I used to head out on a summer’s day in London and weed and prune and change stuff about until I was exhausted – but the GOOD kind of exhausted – while the cats sunbathed and climbed trees and chased worms. That was always the best kind of a day.
March 26th, 2012 at 4:23 am
It sounds heavenly the way you describe it. For me, it is a slog and an annoyance but then, I’m probably doing it wrong.
March 30th, 2012 at 1:20 pm
I love this little piece of writing…seedpods and all.