With a buoyant sensation, I peruse the gardens.
Newly planted herbs offer inspiration for dinner.
Recalling past blog comments, small epiphanies hit.
A salad topped with flowers? Basil or parsley?
Turning inward to avoid distractions, I realize I
am hyper-focused on scents and sounds today.
Ah, the sweet fragrance of lilacs. My mind cycles
through ideas to incorporate in today’s entry.
It is easy to lose track of time when one’s hands
handle the earth. Energized, I wonder about
what garden treasures to cut and savor in our
repast. A little bit of this. Some of that.
The cardinals offer song as I lunch on the
front porch. My mind cycles through ideas.
Those who are retired, know the small joys
of experiencing life’s simple pleasures.
Driven and inspired. In the moment.
Inspiration strikes when least expected.