Taexalia

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Garden Meditation

I am sitting on the patio, or is it the terrace ? For the first time since we moved the forces of weather and my own choice to abandon work and home creation pressures have converged to give me an afternoon doing nothing in the sunshine...

Ants are busy carrying bits of debris across the flagstones, and a few feet away a goldfinch feeds on thistle seeds from my feeder. The bird appears oblivious to the human watching and writing, and oblivious to the sleeping cat - who Is as oblivious to the presence of the bird.

Earlier a jackdaw tried to land on the feeder, and a blue tit perched on top of the feeder and voiced its consternation at the proximity of either the human or the cat.

It has taken a long time to get to this spot, to just kick back in our own garden and enjoy the wind whispering between my toes... the sun kissing my neck... and the birdsong caressing my ears...

The perfect house with properly plastered ceilings and organised ornaments can wait until another day. The sun is sinking towards the West and there may be little time to enjoy the way it changes a tiny busy beetle into an iridescent colour train.

If I dig up all the weeds, what will the ants use as a sun parasol?

-- Posted From My iPhone