Everyday before my little household wakes up I find myself alone in one of two places. In winter I am wrapped up in a blanket sitting on my screen porch, viewing the mountains as the sun comes up. In summer,I wander around my garden and see how things have evolved while I've been asleep. These moments I take to get myself settled in the new day.

Anne Lamott in her book ,"Bird by Bird "talks about gardens as a metaphor for writers…."The garden didn't start out as metaphor but as paradise. Then, as now, the garden is about life and beauty and the impermanence of all living things. The garden is about feeding your children, providing food for the tribe. It's part of an urgent territorial drive that we can probably trace back to animals storng food……And so you pour yourself into it, care so much, and see up close so much birth and growth and beauty and danger and triumph………"

And  as my day emerges from it's sleepy slumber, so does my garden and all of the goodness that I am wishing for my little family upstairs asleep.  Have a wonderful and great day !