Ahhh…new beginnings. Soaking them in like a sponge in the sea. While laying on my patio with sleepy eyes facing up my imagination sees the brightest blue ocean waving, “Good Morning.” Yes, a teensy sail of white passing by. There it goes….floating…..floating.
In real life, a turquoise watering can is filled to the brim. Held in the right of my hand so heavy and full it nearly overflows. Sprinkling ever so slowing…Yes, falling from tiny holes pierced through a round spout of white. Cold, fresh and clear sustaining life to colors of new beginnings.
My annual painted pots, freshly planted last weekend sip straw rivers under the warmth of the sun. I tend to them like newborn infants, gifts from God invisibly growing older each day.
To the side of a brown pot, a bright yellow petunia seems a bit taller today. Nearby, greenery planted in an old bird-bath appears fuller and brighter in a way. And, on my stoop of brick pavers, assorted flowers pushed to the depths of sooty earth sprout to shout words of inspiration to anyone who gives them a second glance…a smile…a chance.
A slight breeze of cool air whispers through trees of my little forest land. There, new leaves of waxy green hang from limbs, sturdy and strong. Hidden within, nests of new snug between two after a long season of winter. Six different songs are heard from feathered friends while a woodpecker whittles away.
What is that I hear? Look again to the sky. There, a bright red cardinal flying by!