In the garden your thoughts may digress, no commitment to stay affixed to any particular thought for any length of time.
Because hear in the garden, all notions are the potions of emotions. The visual textures of the leaves in the trees that speak to you as they swirl in the wind.
As the rain comes to a stop, a garden snail slowly slithers out of the flower troff.
The serdry sounds of sparrows chatting, as the
Humming bird sticks it's peeb into the center of a flower to extract nectar.
