My garden speaks

#37: A 100-word story about what this garden has to say

“A thousand blossoms” PC: Reena Kapoor. Instagram: @1StarDusty

My garden speaks

Every morning as the first light ascends, I call her. When she comes, we draw a young sun’s gossamer quilt over us. In companionable silence, we offer the morning’s invocation. 

Some nettlesome mornings she can’t hear me. Her mind’s frenetic chatter drowns my calls. Still I wait. 

When she comes, I offer her a quiet bower. I whisper…

~ Clear weeds, make room for future flourishing. Unfetter your congested muds. 

~ Rake errant leaves, prepare last year’s soils. Illuminate your trail that beckons through winter’s woods.

~ Tend saplings before the sun rises to its fierce glory. Sprout your thousand blooms. 

She smiles.

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reena | 03.08.2024