Serenity

The garden is so beautiful now.

It is filled with the soft murmur of bees hovering in the quince. I shade my eyes to spy as pale wings sputter from the trees and glide across the yard.

An oriole calls and another answers, the long series of notes followed by happy chatter, as if to say, "That was a good one, ha ha, can you top that my friend?"

The streaks of lime green sunlight soothe my frazzled soul.

This is just what I needed, today.