Summer, in my frosted garden.
When in bloom, the jasmine rains steadily. The perfume is almost overwhelming. The bees and I can’t get enough of it.
I’ve grown to love this garden. The previous owner was a florist. She knew what to plant and where. I lost the honeysuckle vine in the storm, but glad the jasmine survived winter’s wrath.
I’m slowly adapting to this space. It is special for many reasons, but the most important one being, it is home to me.
Until next time
a dawn bird