I wake at six willingly
swallows singing their wake up call.
dark wet pavement
winding through mossy woods
all else is quiet
With gloves and large brimmed hat
I kneel in tall grass
ready to plant my garden.
azalea
tulip
rhody
and rose.
apple blossoms fall around me
from two giant trees
and I consider a hammock this summer.
I dig in the earth
humming a tune
content with life taking root.
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