The air is perfect, the breeze is perfect, the temperature is perfect, the smell of the rosemary is perfect, the tall spikes of the gladiolus are perfect, and yes, even though I have entertained the possible novelty of an emerald green sky, the blue backdrop of the sky is perfect too.
I’m watching the blackberries ripen. The tops of the plants bow lower and lower under their juicy weight. When the sun goes down, I’m picking a bunch to eat for lunch with a friend. The green tomatoes that have formed on their vines will have to wait a while. Even I know that June is a little early to expect a bite from them. But all in all, I cannot complain, the garden is looking particularly fine this afternoon.
Robbie is resting in the shade, taking in the view, nodding off every now and then. I love this low tech world. You don’t have to plug it in. It provides food for the body and the soul and if that is not enough, my garden also produces seed for next years revels at no extra charge. . .
But perhaps calling it low tech is an illusion. Because beneath their apparent simplicity, these plants are marvels of design. It’s just that the designer has given them away freely. And this can make us overlook how precious and irreplaceable they are. Including ourselves come to think of it, the only being on the planet that can say, “Thank You.”
Baruch ata Adonai, Elohenu melech ha olam….
Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the Universe.