Late afternoon in the garden and the sun warms my chilled skin as I sink into the cushioned rocker and breathe.
The air is pure, yet thick and cloying as the lemon blossoms are bursting forth with citrusy beauty. The hypnotic combination of the warm sun and the sweet scent brings a heaviness to my eyes.
I hear the hummingbirds chittering at one another, fighting for their rightful place at the feeders. The gentle cooing of mourning doves nesting in the cypress joins nature’s melody.