My garden definitely engages my senses and I have often thought when and how we garden gives expression to how we think we fit in the world. Everything I look at is so alive in so many different ways…it’s amazing what you can “see” under a dark canopy that a tree provides.. my imagination runs wild.

Baby hummingbirds are everywhere right now and their tiny jeweled ruby throats and scruffy feathers make me smile. I was delighted to learn that they can actually sing.. or I like to think of it as a tiny warble.

Nightly visits by neighborhood deer wanting an evening snack of my abundant Petunia’s, racoons hustling away my sea shells that I have collected over the years and the early morning robin digging up worms for his family. Everywhere I look there is some form of sharing going on. Each day is a new turning of a page in my garden.. all I have to do is enter and let it speak. It’s easy to see I have friends in high places….

copyright Es-tee Miller

“Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.” ..John Green, The Fault in Our Stars