Occasional I am enchanted by my garden.Usually these days,
(free from my usual critical eye)
involve the rain.
With the tall spikes of the Foxglove,
and the hazy personality of the Campanula creeping over the edges,
the garden seems endless.
The lush greens.
The wonderful smell of lavender just about to bloom.
A breeze catches my nose,
a hint of Mock Orange tantalizes.
I could stay there for hours.
Enveloped in the complexity.
Soothed by the simplicity.
There, within that moment,
the harvest of summer.
Their colours vibrant against the rain dropped day. You can almost hear them sizzle.