Sunday, August 25, 2013


I sit with the sliding door open to hear the beautiful sound of rain pitter pattering on every parched plant in my garden. A scent of wet earth and lavender cleanse incessant summer from my senses. The drip, drip, drip of life giving moisture sings a song for my soul. My garden and I let out a sigh of gratitude.

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