I looked for a poem but nothing quite captured my thoughts. Maybe it is the pictures themselves that say it. The summer garden is a wonderland full of new flowers each day, visits from bees and butterflies and hummingbirds, ripening tomatoes- I can’t seem to grow anything else as the birds and groundhogs take everything else for themselves!
All the work in the spring, the scrambling to keep up with the weeding, the watering this year that never seems to be enough- it is all worth it in the morning when I get up and wander in the wet grass and hear a hummingbird zip by on the way to the Rose of Sharon or the trumpet vine.
And at the end of the day when the scents of the flowers start to mix with the cool of the night, I have to stop and take it all in- in gratitude for the unique mix that is my own little garden.