I liked this one a great deal Geo! To me it describes the Buddhist idea of eternity always being now. A wonderful poem my friend.
Thank you. I wrote the 1st draft many years ago and prune it every few years.
It is good to see plants revived during and after a good rain.
Yes, you can feel the happiness after rain, and the garden smells like a spice cupboard.
I'm glad you are getting some rain, Geo. And I especially like this: "Life, shrunken nearly to nothing, soaks, sprouts, stretches, ages" - I can feel the plants' relief.So, who is responsible for the lovely whimsy in your garden - Norma, you, or both? It's wonderful.
Kind Jenny, Norma paints things and sets them out with plants in them. My services are requested when something needs improving with a chainsaw.
To near rain is a heavenly sound. No garden here, but plants I love.
The sound of rain is decidedly heavenly. But you ARE in a garden, Susan. It is round and orbits the sun.
What a lovely sight to behold. It must be a marvelous place to watch the stretching that follows the blessed rain. Joy seems to dwell there.
Tom, I'll pass your compliment on to Norma --the real garden designer here. Since retirement, I just enjoy her horticultural effects and, lately, the post-rain petrichor.
Time is an illusion. :)
Indeed, and a very necessary illusion.
Time is a metaphor, and it is also a measurement. It has been two weeks since your last post. This is a drought.
Agreed, but sometimes droughts are unavoidable. Working on it.