Down the step and through the gate,
My sanctuary, my escape, my garden awaits.
Brushing against mint, a fragrant clean, sunlight on basil illuminates a warm wrinkled sheen.
Earthy sage, for a cleansing smudge, bright tart strawberries best served with ice cream or dipped in hot fudge.
If you are quiet you can hear, Pumpkin leaves and Cucumber vine grow, hiding the walkway, disrupting the row.
The majestic Russian Mammoth Sunflower pays them no mind with round, welcoming face, she’s hosting the honeybees brunch time. .
Beefsteak and Roma leaves droop in the midday heat like waxy umbrellas. A slight breeze carries a geranium-like fragrance.
The warmth on my back, melts away the weight of the world.
Cicadas buzzing as if they were nature’s tea kettle boiling and whistling from the summer heat