I’ve made my cafe au lait . Poured a cup and taken it out into the garden. My Casa Blanca lilies are in bloom. Their heady fragrance fills the air, fills my soul, raises my spirit.
“Consider the lilies of the field. How they grow. They never toil nor spin. Even Solomon in all is glory was not arrayed like one of these.
The early morning mist drifts across the fields. I sip my coffee and linger in the garden.
My garden feeds not just my soul ….
I admire a Japanese eggplant’s delicate, purple flowers and discover … produce! Tonight we dine on eggplant.
Photographs taken, with much joy, at 7:00 am August 12, 2011. Shared with my friends an hour later.