Monday, September 3, 2012

September 3, 2012

I pruned the roses yesterday. And all day I worked in the garden, which had become in my eyes a lovely jumble of greens and pinks, and grasses so lush and supple it almost feels like walking on some freshly strewn heavenly carpet; and there are wispy diminutive fairy-like butterflies hovering all over the beds of phlox and black-eyed Susan. I cannot be more happy or more enamored of a place in this world. My soul has been captivated.

I welcome the month of enchantment with all the happiness I can bestow, and sit and wait in expectancy of those glorious autumnal days and hazy orange golden sepia light.

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