Working in the garden brings me such peace.
‘Cept when it’s hotter than hades out there.
I try to work in the morning or evening, when it’s not so hot.
But one of the things I enjoy the most is the sounds of nature that keep me company.
Things like this…
The cooing of a mourning dove.
The flapping of wings.
Next door to our farm they built a cul-de-sac.
And where my garden is located I can see the road that leads into the neighborhood.
It also means that those driving on that road can see me if I’m in the right spot.
I don’t get over there much, mostly because I’m busy over here.
But I do know a couple of families who live over there.
The other morning I was working away in the garden when I began hearing a horn blaring.
Looking up, I noticed one of my friends had stopped her car and was waving like mad.
I smiled great big and waved back.
She went on her way and I went back to doing whatever it was that I was doing in the garden.
With a happy heart.
Birds that serenade me and a friend that stopped for a moment just to say hello.
What more can one ask for while working in the garden?