Today is a new day.
Just so you know...
This is NOT where I am at right now!
I decided that today was the day to venture outside...
Along with Jenni the cat.
I believe she's got the right idea.
The first thing I notice is that the Gerber Daisy that Roxi gave me has come back from the dead...we're talking serious dead. Prior to me going into the hospital, this plant looked like badly cooked spinach.
I guess she's not the only thing coming back to life...
As I rounded the bend - which, by the way, is the part of the deck Dave built around my favorite pine tree - I begin to see some of my sunflowers. The ones growing out of the pot...our little thirteen striped gofer planted.
I guess he thought the arrangement was lacking.
The sunflower garden is in all stages - some have already bent their heads towards Fall, while others still bloom.
These are the tops to of the 12ft stalks...still reaching out towards the summer sun.
This is one of the pines that I have been watching from my bedroom window. The summer has been so perfect for new growth. Usually by this time of the year the pines are a much deeper and darker shade of green.
I make my way down the stairs...
...to get a closer look.
How beautiful, how soft, how fragrant! I am completely amazed at the beauty, the intricacy, the miracle before my very eyes.
Thanks to my daughter Sara, all of my flowers, both potted and wild, have survived my absence.
A few wild sunflowers growing in among my tomatoes!
With all the rain, the yard still looks like Spring!
I make my way up the walk and back into the house.
A long journey from bed, indeed!
Some of my favorite pieces of Ralph Waldo Emerson are his writings on Nature...
"The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm is new to me, and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet it is not unknown. Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emotion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right. Yet it is certain that the power to produce this delight does not reside in Nature, but in man, or in harmony of both....Nature always wears the color of the spirit."In the stillness of this morning my spirit is full, peaceful and alive. Life truly is only a reflection of ourselves, and this day my world could not be more vibrant.
How blessed we are to have such a choice - every second, of every day, of every year.
Back to bed I go, but what a wonderful journey it was!!
Thank you for sharing it with me ~