Open your eyes.
There are birds
in the peach trees,
yellow finches.
Now they're gone.
It sneaks up on you
like a cat that wants
to be scratched. Yet
once you get started, you
never know what will turn up.
I only have inside errands today.
My at rest is in motion, and
the most calming thing I can do
is to get up, clean up, order
my world, and get on with it.
Every potted plant is a little garden
inside the garden room in the
garden house that sits inside
a yard that is composed of
front, back, and side gardens.
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