Feeling the Wind and the Rain
Feeling the Wind and Rain Today I braved the heat and walked out to my garden. It was still morning, and if I was going to catch up on weeding, this seemed to be the best time. I put on the same clothes that I had sweated through yesterday. They could get sweaty and dirty again. And I sat down amidst the weeds and started rescuing the tiny lavender and zinnias, and beets and tomatoes and peppers and fennel plants. It was good. The ground was already damp enough so that the roots came up easily. I was so intent on clearing away the weeds so “my” plants could have an easier life that I didn’t notice it had clouded up. I did notice the wind, which was refreshing. It allowed me to keep working, not getting too hot. Then I started noticing random rain drops coming down. And I thought, no need to quit! I am already sweaty. Rain would feel good! And it did feel good. I kept weeding, moving over to the poppies and pennyroyal, the four-o–clocks and squash, the chamomile ...