I really think my garden is trying to tell me something….because every time I am even remotely close, I hear a whispering.
As I head down the hill and across
the field to the garden, I first start to hear it.
It is muffled at first…a distant crowd murmuring a secret message.
My pace quickens….worn Muck boots striding forward with sudden eagerness.
The distant murmur intensifies as I reach the twisted bittersweet fence surrounding the raised beds.
Wordless voices shouting, then screaming...
A sensory overdose of color and aroma surrounds me.
Nature, and all of its glory echoes from the woods, encircling me in a funnel of pure joy.
This is my place.
A place where time stops and dreams become purposeful.
A place where the universe speaks in tongues...
...and I whisper back…."I love you too".