Connie

The Garden

Waking up before the sun has crept to the southern side of my house is my favorite time of the day. It's early enough that dew is still upon the grass, and the hummingbirds are tasting their morning nectar. As always, I steal away to the front porch with a steaming cup of coffee. I think of my day as I rock back and forth in my chair. Should I pluck the weeds from my flowers or mow the grass today? Moments later, my thoughts come back from a place unknown, and I decide that my flowers need me the most.