Windows line the back of my house’ doors open to the garden. Succulents and fruit trees share land with pines. Rosemary trails around the pathway occasionally being crushed leaving its scent.
The cat nibbles on iceberg rose petals.

A rain drop holds on.

Tips buried wait to be the next leaf reaching up.

So many worlds are at work in the garden.
Stopping to notice brings a sense of peace and well-being.
Gardens have many stories. Thanks for sharing some of the stories in your garden.
Is this inspired by the Ross Gay book? Beautiful pictures and words that pull me into your world.
Yep. Nothing like said author. But I do notice whatever I’m reading affects my writing voice.
This is lovely, as others have noted, soothing and calm, both the photos and the words. I love the sensory feel!