This morning I woke at first light.
Couldn't wait to get out to the garden.
To me, mornings are the best time to garden.
There is a stillness, a quietness, that only morning owns.
As I walked out to the community garden, the dew clung to my flip-flopped feet,
making it slippery.
It was so early the garden gate was still chained shut, so I sat still and just took in the minutes.
Soon I noticed the hushed buzz of a honey bee on a white lily.
I watched, childlike, as it dilligently worked from one bloo...
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