Cherry blossoms in a spring sky
This afternoon I waited in the car while my husband was buying paint. The store was busy and I passed the time looking at the blossoming cherry trees in the parking lot.
When we got home, he got on with his painting and I decided to do some weeding in the front garden. During the recent warm spring days, what was once a neatly mulched bed of peonies, hydrangeas and rhododendrons had become a veritable hayfield of young horsetails.
In the late afternoon sunshine, I felt the joy of digging in the ground, along with the satisfaction of pulling up the weeds by their roots. It was like being a kid again, gazing in wonder at the spring sky and the red tulips as I delved into the earth with bare hands to receive its loving energy.