Its a reminder to keep our eyes open at all times and be on the lookout for the unexpected.
The gardens are looking a little tired this late in the season, but are still beautiful for all that. Huge tomatoes hang from their vines in the vegetable plot which is protected by an eight foot fence because of the deer.
As we walked three or four Robins danced around on the grass and the pigeons fluttered out in their dovecote.
In the morning, mist hangs over the pond, drifting gently in the breeze, lending an air of mystery to it all.
Nicholas
Just outside our front door is this rock garden.
Even though it is bordered by flowering plants, fundamentally its beauty lies in the solidity of form provided by the boulders positioned on its finely pebbled base.
Having said that, it is an entirely mutable space. This, because of the relationship of the sun's position and the rock faces. The shadows cast create a near constant changing pattern of light and dark, revealed and hidden.
I am finding it a particularly restful place for my spirit this week.
Sometimes it is more about getting my mind clearer, letting grief be grief, joy be joy, struggle be struggle. It seems it has gotten easier and easier to distract myself from the deep essence of the Now. And even if those distractions are enjoyable, this garden reminds me every morning that less is almost always more.
Judy
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