I'm cooking a roast in the crock pot. The apartment is filled with the aroma.
It tastes better if I take it out of the crock pot, and then put it in the Breville for an hour. That somehow makes it more tender.
That and some veggies and iced tea will taste good tonight.
The raised garden bed has filled up quickly. I love to bring different colors to shade garden, for few flowers will bloom here.
A little further down in that garden, where it gets more sun, the herbs are doing well.
"All gardeners live in beautiful places, because they make them so." - Joseph Joubert
Look at this flower that appears to be tucked inside the angel's wing.
The geranium plant is so elegant. At first the blooms bow down, as though at the end of a play or performance.
Then suddenly in a day or so I'll look again, and they will have turned the blooms to face the sun.
I became a gardener at an early age. I've never stopped being awed by the seasonal changes nature bestows upon us. It is a gift that keeps on giving.
I am not an artist. I can't draw worth a darn, or paint landscapes. But I can create a garden.
He sits out here to remind me to pause and relax. To sit down and gaze out at the patio and the gardens I've created.
And to be thankful for what I have.
"My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece." - Claude Monet
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