This morning, feeling in need of consolation, I hastily grabbed my watering can and camera and made my way to the back garden. The annuals eagerly awaiting the last frost date needed tending to, so I set to work watering them, grooming away dead leaves, and fussing over their placement to give them the best chance to grow.
Although the garden was still largely bare of colour, a few of the annuals earmarked for pots were already blooming. As I puttered around, Indie music playing softly in the background, I found solace in the routine of caring for my plants.
With the garden now tended to, it was time to bring out the camera. As I peered through the lens, the world seemed to fall away, and I became lost in the beauty of the garden. The colours were more vibrant, the petals daintier, and the tiny insects came into sharp focus.
Milo, my faithful companion, nudged my knee, signalling that it was time for our walk. As I turned to leave, I couldn't help but feel content. Life was good in the garden. The scent of the flowers, the texture of the leaves, and the sound of the birds all served as a reminder that sometimes, the simplest things in life can bring us the most joy.
